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Time OUt

Is it true?
Is it really
ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone
whoever she is,
bitch that makes me go crazy
must lost my mind
now that’s what I need to find
my lost mind
once again I wish I was blind
but then I can’t see a lot
when I’m blind which can be
good or bad depending
on your perspective.
But that changes too when your
blind.
But I have to remind myself
that I assigned myself
to outline the history
of time to see
what went wrong
and then find myself
inside of time
to refine the borderline
of my tolerance, afterwards
I will decline the number of misinterpreted signs
that I find
so I can be mine, but I’m over the edge
and I can’t climb,
so I’ll just stand because that is all
I am willing to do.

This poem was written by Roba Adnew on Jun 02, 2007.

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