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If you knew all the things that would happen in your life, you would not be able to live, so it is just a good job you don't know
Everything forgiven’s forgot
Peace made way to war again
Boundaries and manners were lost
Dignity was dug into a dirge
Pride slurped from a baby cup-
Oh let’s not talk in sombre wilting
Of how a mind was skewed and tilting
The only saving grace to be
That hindsight wasn’t paid to me
As- if I’d known how you would leave
I’d never give my heart to grieve
And I’d’ve s...
Wednesday 27th November 2013 9:46 pm
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