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A Poem by Hidden Nightmares

Life is moving way too fast.

Leaving me stuck in the past.

I can't seem to get a grip.

I come so close, but then I slip.

And the harder I try, the harder I fall.

So what's the point of trying at all?

© 2012 Hidden Nightmares

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If you have an idea for a title, I'd be happy to hear it.

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Added on December 11, 2012
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Hidden Nightmares

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I'm not the strongest writer, but I still love to. I mostly write poems and I usually write about things relating to my life or things that are important to me. Please read my poems and review if you.. more..

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