Should one despise the life one had?
Prepared thyself for all that’s bad?
Descend the depths throughout one’s mind
And hate the passing of ones time?

We see the world through tainted eyes
We live our dreams through truths and lies
No more depends on past defeats
Rise up above your self deceits.

We give no credit to our friends
When saddened things come to an end
Forget the pains of long gone lives
It’s here and now that one survives.

But see what damage has been done
When all that is, is said and done.
Stop living in that past you’ve lost
Or lose new friends at any cost.

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Adam Adamson still is an awesome shag... Well he is. Honest. But whatever, he has always loved to write, even before he could write. Its been a passion of his since he realised that others would read his stuff and get a little emotional. That gripped him really. Was it good or was it crap? Anyhoo! Enjoy reading what i’ve scribbled and who knows… one day it might make sense.

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