How do you move forward in life
When it seems like your past is always in your peripheral view Ever change you make the upsets of your life appearOut the corner of your eye you see it But you blink a few times making it disappear Just for the moment But like a pimple it always comes to a head Before it pops all all over your face Like the F*CKING FOOD CHAINFirst your at the top Next thing you know your carcass Is being devoured by insectsThe past is what shapes you Pouring out of you like melted steel Molding you into the person your supposed to beBut what if that Man or Woman is not who you want to be Do you get to place yourself back under the fire Meltdown and reshape againI WONDER?
TwistedInk
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xclusive says: Nice write. |
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Intheshadowz says: Loved it ma â¤ï¸ |
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TwistedInk says: Thank you |
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TwistedInk says: Thank you |
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Poetiq1der says: Peace and God's Blessings to you and yours...Very thought provoking, and real. |
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