The skidrow bums luck... 5/15/2007

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By Stilltraveler •

Oh if there was some grace... now would be the best time for its light. How slowly yet clearly; optimism loses, faith drains, hope bleeds. I'm withering away in the "It'll get better" mentality. Left only to write lackluster words that don't lift or inspire. Right now all I can do is breathe.... breathe... breathe... To continue to trudge... pessimistic, worried, empty... yet trudging.

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October 14, 2007 01:23annaie

IDK what this is about!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

February 1, 2010 20:06Tikva

Addressing "Annaie" : Poetry doesn't always have specific meaning; it's your own interpretation of it that makes it beautiful. If it means nothing to you; it could mean mountains to me. Still traveling these mountains that we can never seem to climb.