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March 14, 2013
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I sit in this prison 
Of my own design 
I’ve been here too long
Wasting my time

So many things 
left unsaid, undone
Always hiding my head
Choosing to run

Always caring 
What others might say
Showing my weakness
Becoming their prey

Not a day goes by
That I'm not plagued by the past
As the years slip away
Time moving so fast

But you’re still young 
So do not fret
Don’t end up like me
Full of regret

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EKKnight Mar 30, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Always hiding (inside)? My head. Perhaps there was a mistake. Great poem dude
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I agree, it's a very relatable poem. Enjoyed reading it!
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I hate the feeling of regret...
Lovely poem, I can relate.


:)
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