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Buried In The Closet
written by cryptic_misery06:31 AM 3/17/05When will this game end?
I'm tired of pretending
I'm sick of playing
I know I'll never win
When will the spinner land on me?
I take the next step in life
But I always go back
To the past, and fall behind
Keep falling until I have vanished
From the game board
I'm like the broken part of it
That gets left behind
The thing that you get mad at
And throw at the wall with anger
Until I shatter to pieces on the floor
And you take a second look at me
Realizing what you've done
But still you leave me there
The game piece buried at the bottom of the box
And left in the closet to rot
In the dark with no escape
A toy you once loved, but now lay forgotten |
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» Comments / Feedback | by just_nikki_21 (3-17-2005 - 06:55 AM)
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