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reserved.No part of this book may be reproduced,storedin a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any meanswithout the prior written permission of the publishers,except by areviewer who may quote brief passages in a review to be printed in anewspaper,magazine or journal.  \nFirst printing  \nAt the specific preference of the author,PublishAmerica allowed thiswork to remain exactly as the author intended,verbatim,withouteditorial input.  \nISBN:1-4241-0677-X  \nPUBLISHED BY PUBLISHAMERICA,LLLPwww.publishamerica.comBaltimore  \nPrinted in the United States of America  \n#  edicatim\n\nTo all the people,past and present,in my life.  \nThrough you,my poetic voicewas foundThank you  \n10000  \nAnother day lived in oblivion  \nReminders haphazardly blanket the floorAs nightfall approaches,a stale odor decaysthe morning's fresh air  \nOnce again,I endure the wrath of my self-imposed poisonMy cool demeanor kidnapped by the unrecognizableMy logical mind has vanished among a pool of uncertaintyYet,I am still full of intentionMy goal a mere heartbeat away  \nA frail hand extends,seeking my desired preyI fall to the ground like a newly axed tree  \nStripped of physical abilities,my body lies submergedin my created danger zone  \nHarboring no guilt for my fate,I bellow a devilish laughEventually,my heavy-weighted eyelids begin to flutterThe cue of unwilling surrenderIn sleep,one thought echoes loudly-Tomorrow will bring about my daring repetition  \nOnce again,we are interruptedRomantic interlude forced to ceaseWith hurried footsteps,you willingly departSilence echoes,replacing an unspoken goodbyeYes,I am aware it is a timeless taleFoolishly,I play my rehearsed part  \nI camouflage the cries of my soul behind reasonYet,no longer can I withstand denialMy bleeding heart is dripping,almost raw  \nThe portal of my subconscious screams for recognitionAmong the solitude,I glimpse the wretched truthMy eyes tangibly vision the revelation-If we were meant to be fated,our love would not be interrupted  \n# Child(Mine\n\nOh child of mine,I am forever in solitude  \nMy brown eyes are crying many tearsI recall how you gave me reason for existing  \nRescued my lonely heart,providing my soul a peaceful homeIn appreciation,I kissed your pains awaySmiled,with pride,at your triumphsThe future held such promiseNow,only bittersweet memories lingerA black hole replaces my loving heartMy soul is buried with you  \nOh child of mine,  \nshould I rejoice that you are in God's hands?Should I feel abandoned?Give me a sign,my little angelTo ease my grief assure me I will not be forgotten  \n# I feel powerless\n\nFailure's doom is my only fate  \nWhy do I make this declaration,you wonder?I am the solitary character in a well rehearsed playNo other versions have ever been madeIn my tale,the path of rightness becomes distortedThe wrong,always the chosen road of travelStubbornly,I refuse to obtain the highest crownThe reward of challenge a foreign realityI mute the screams of my 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