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Womb removed from man’s belly target=

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Cycle of Life

Things don't workout as per plan,
every moment is a new surprise.
One moment leads to the the other,
Choosing the right path is all that
matters.
When your head is a highway,
Million thoughts coming and going.
Everything is directionless,
You are lost in yourself.
When your head is a carnival of feelings,
Some good, some bad and some
ugly.
Assumptions and misconceptions
Anger, frustration and irritation,
Each pointing to a different
direction.
There is a voice in your head,
But its not you.
The stress drives you crazy and uncontrollable,
You seek for a desperate end.
You take a step and the moment is
gone,
You may regret or you may not.
Someone is happy and the other is
sad,
Move on, try or cry.
Everyone has a past to live with,
A present to live in and a future to live for,
This is simply life.

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My Life With Pain

Pain is what I never fear.
Love is what scared me
thinking paceing down the hall
scared and lonely
only waiting on one call
I knew love was scary
but i only want a chance
my life was a living dead
coming back again
i wish i was able to cry and say
how i felt in my mind
but i was afraid of love again
paceing biteing my finger nails
waiting on that call
i never feared again i can only
wish i fear pain instead of love
when the lonely child was scared of
breathing again witch was her last
fear of life once again.

The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow
wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I
could
To where it bent in the
undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as
fair,
And having perhaps the better
claim,
Because it was grassy and
wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing
there
Had worn them really about the
same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden
black.
Oh, I kept the first for another
day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to
way,
I doubted if I should ever come
back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood,
and I-
I took the one less travelled by
And that has made all the
difference.


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