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In the end


 

Here I am wanting to make ammends, 
Yet I still end up with dead ends, 
Eyes filled with tears , 
Seems i have reached the frontier. 

A glimmer of hope , 
To me is like dope, 
Expensive , 
Yet intensive, 
I sacrificed all for her , 
Now i have all but her. 

They say experience is the best teacher, 
Looks like now I need a preacher, 
To guide me on my way so I may not stray, 
I will seize to capture , 
No matter the fracture. 

The world I will not blame , 
Though it cometh with shame, 
I will take up responsibility, 
Let's just say it's about my dignity.
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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda
<p>Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life.&nbsp;</p>

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