A symbolic narcissistic ClaimA Poem by BrooksfieldIt's my way if letting go of the past.
You say you know me, But do you understand the meaning of truly knowing someone inside and out. Is it for you to say? or for you to slander. I might as well be a Bag boy that slings your faith, I thought I nothing left of you to hold on to but Does this mean your happy that you know you have left me? You bottle your memories in your locket, I will not hold your hand like the child you are, while you seldomly swear to take the key to claim your throne of secrets., I may not be the first to put you in your place but i know This investment of hearts isn't enough for your game to continuously drain me of my life, it's within reason that you were never able to grasp this chain of events you put into play. At any cost to any human as justification by faith isn't the answer to selfishly hold my life and many others for no other singular reason but to have your past indefinitely slain for tradition. Don't hold my hand i will not be able to bring you peace.
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1 Review Added on November 6, 2012 Last Updated on August 11, 2015 AuthorBrooksfieldLawton, OKAboutI'm Thirty-Three years old from Oklahoma. I'm 5'11 in height. brown hair, It grew out and now I've cut it short and dyed it blonde in my pfp. also I'm also not very fond of pictures So the one in my .. more.. |

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