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poem \"Untitled-- Dec 22nd, 2005\"

Untitled --12.22.05 Thursday--
You've thought about it,
rolled it over in your mind;
pulled it, pushed it, thrown it against the walls;
but still,
nothing prepares you.
You hear those words,
(you knew they'd come, eventually);
but still,
nothing prepares you.

You stand over the edge,
staring down;
Nothing will be the same now.
Forever gone,
Only the past will ever know,
for such solace can never be found again.
You knew this day would come,
(something inside told you so);
but still,
nothing prepares you.

You see the pain,
the hurt,
the emotions;
And all you can hope for,
is the strength,
For keeping it all in check.
but still,
nothing prepares you.

Once open,
the floodgates let it all go;
Washed away,
Laid forth the pain;
Only to have to continue on.
The questions fill your mind,
The why's;
The how's;
The hate, the tears.
If only for a moment,
you wish to take their place,
Hoping just for a second,
They may escape the pain.
but still,
nothing prepares you.

Standing over the edge,
you contemplate the meaning;
Nothing will ever be the same again.
What happened is all past;
What will shall never be;
Only now is all you have.
but still,
nothing prepares you.

3:30 PM - 12.22.05 Thursday

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