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I was just thinking about my life and this came to me.


Submitted:Sep 8, 2011    Reads: 42    Comments: 2    Likes: 1   


Scarred and tattered,
Like a childs blanket i lie,
forgotten buy your side as you learn and grow
As i wither and age
With each passing day
Growing weaker the more you forget,
filled with longing and hopeless regret.
Oh how i wish those days were once more
Scarred and tattered
Like a childs blanket, forgotten i lie.





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