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A Story by Forgotten

Life in the hole, with many woes, yet so old

pulling forward, with one step at a time to go.

The sense, existing not, the place and time for

all or non to be brought forth, in the past with

everything else, put in a closest yet so black. Pushed

in the corner time and time again, ignored

with a passion, but glory has brought that one forth.

Intentions have yet to be shown, but close around

the corner, they wait to be pulled out, and

shown to the world. Glowing and knashing, clever

but bleak, I do not understand them, and simply do not want

to be put in the world of a mind yet so corrupt.

But my future has been placed, and I know where

I shall be put to rest for a few months of turmoil and

darkness, getting to know myself, a second round of

hide and seek. How fun it shall be, just me and me, but

i'm not surprised nor should you be either. The time for

fun and games has come to and end, for a short time of nothing

but one getting to know themself so much better than they

already do. I tip my hat and lower my head, for a new

set of fun and games are yet to begen.

© 2008 Forgotten


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HIGH WRITINGS!!!!
OH YES!!

Posted 16 Years Ago


just, wow. very well piece jonathan.

Posted 16 Years Ago


A highly intrigueing read Forgotten, a second read it became so crystal clear. We do it all the time don't we? But sometimes, life makes it that way, and in my opinion, that is because it is the only way we can go forward. I am sure many will identify. A good first read, Tai

Posted 16 Years Ago



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