71) This is LifeDear life give me a break.
Every thing is putting a pressure that I can no longer take.
I can hardly find a time to lie.
Rest becomes in itself a dream,
To have it, you shall die.
I feel like if I was in a race;
With no end to face.
Every one is demanding.
Stuff come on my way and I can't abide them.
Time seems so short and responsibilities take more.
And I can't fight the hand of the clock to stop,
Nor the circle of events to pause.
For this is life in short,
And I gotta live it til I reach the peaceful shore .
Poetry by Amanda K
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Written on 2007-07-15 at 16:48
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