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No Longer

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I took the chances
But lost all feeling
I took the time
Then lost my mind

No longer will I try
What more can I do?
A path for just me
No shoulders along the way

I gave what I could
But received little in return
I helped where I could
Until pleasure became pain

No longer will I bear
Giving without receipt
Narrow ways to go
No noise to distract

A quiet corner
Out of harms way
Watching others
Knowing it's not for me

No longer a burden
Don't feel sorry for me
An empty shell feels no pain
 
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© 2002 by Jim Ward. All rights reserved
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