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    dots Submission Name: Old Photographdots
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    Author: CynicalxDreamer
    ASL Info:    31/m/7th Level of Hell
    Elite Ratio:    2.46 - 40/100/64
    Words: 169
    Class/Type: Poetry/Nostalgia
    Total Views: 961
    Average Vote:    No vote yet.
    Bytes: 1110



    Description:
       I almost thought I wouldn't find time to pick up a pen again or type out a few thoughts. I know my poetry is generally angsty or not fitting into a pattern. I know not everyone likes my material or thinks it worth anything.

    And really....that's fine. If I wrote this just for people to read and pat me on the back...well...it would be a narrow reason to write. Its therapeutic. It releases thoughts, feelings, and emotions that bottle up inside.

    For awhile now, I've just been surviving. And, it wanes...it grinds you down. And very much, I hope that I will be smiling sometime later in my life


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    dotsOld Photographdots
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    Staring at my reflection
    In the glass of my photograph
    I see the contrasts of lines
    That are on my face
    And were not then

    I can see the lack of pain
    Hiding within my eyes
    I can even see a smile
    I know I haven't given
    In a long time

    So young and reckless
    Always thinking that
    I had time tommorrow
    That what I didn't have now
    I'd have soon

    But what didn't come then
    Hasn't happened now
    Love, success, a life
    Always just out of reach
    Just a little further

    But I don't know if I can
    Keep travelling down this road
    I'm not sure how much more
    I can give to reach
    These dreams

    I'm a young man
    But I feel so old
    Halfway gone and halfway here
    Still as unsure
    As I was then

    And I know
    Down the road of life
    I'll see a similar photograph
    But I hope by then
    That I'll be smiling again




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