an ode to my missing halfTwo roads diverged, I walked down one way, you walked down the second, a goodbye was too painful to say, never again were these roads to merge, and a step back the other way, is a too painful face, so I kept walking away, gone beyond today, you took something from my base, the very core of my soul, the hardest part, is the fact that you may never know what you stole, the missing part, of my heart. if you find my missing half, take care of it, on my behalf, please commit, to loving her, and never anot
Devious Comments
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Critics will grumble. Of course they will. That's one of the functions of critics. As an artist it's your job to give them ulcers, and perhaps even something to get apoplectic about. -- Neil Gaiman
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-To find truth see with your mind not with your eyes
-To kick ass well.... see with your fists
Focus can be an illusion any time i see her i lose it . . .
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