Hello old friend,
We meet yet again.
The knife in my back
The insurmountable attack.
The fuel to my fire
The disappearance of the object of my desire.
The ying to my pang
The poisonous fang.
Not even a friend to his zone
It's another year, alone.
While everyone is getting hitched
I'm looking at you, Rejection, you crazy bitch.
5 comments:
uffff it hurts:P
Ouch.
Well said, and how!
Hey, I'm having fun being alone. I'd just like the knife out of my back.
aha.. bitter sweet...
-- The unknown
Invictus
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
William Ernest Henley
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FozhZHuAcCs
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