How I Do ThingsA Poem by paradoxicalLife's not supposed to be easy. If it was, then it would be boring. Another old poem.I don't want to hear about your shattered heart. On the inside, we're all falling apart,
scrambling to put the pieces back where they belong, looking for a reason to carry on.
But that is change for you; it's not always what you expect. But I'm not dead, yet.
So I'll keep on trying, pushing the line until there's nowhere to go but across. And I will be fine. ...Though a little bit lost. © 2008 paradoxicalAuthor's Note
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