The 1 who cried
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The doubts vanish and leave you alone for the ride,
When the dust settles, the vision blurs the line of sight,
We are obscured during the day than we are at night,
A virtue of the lawless and the triumphant,
A cycle broken and unabashedly jubilant,
When the wrong inside percolates and says things that
you wish would stay inside,
When the Truth hides and the point is all but beside,
Our wrongs are not a given nor are they expected,
But they are everything that we made,
They are hitchhikers that we allow to guide us by,
And they make us laugh when we are meant to cry,
They mar our judgment and make us believe,
That in all that was done, it was meant to relieve,
Its easy to fall to vices,
Even easier to justify them with flavors of spices,
Its easy to break when you start to bend,
Its impossible to break and then go off to mend,
For your decisions make you who you are,
And they are responsible for taking you that far,
The real travel begins along the way to redemption,
To own up and ask for a second chance when perdition awaits,
To risk yourself along those straits,
Where few have ever returned, and fewer still have tried,
For its better to own up than to be the one who silently cried....
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I love this! When did u write..hope u werent drunk!
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