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Two Words

Two Words

How much is enough,
milestones reached just to raise the bar,
how far and to what lengths will one go?

Birthed to the fast lane,
not many memories are calm,
It’s hard to forget the accidents endured.

Im still here and so are you,
purpose deep beneath life’s surface,
will I ever crack the code providing truth?

So many goddamn questions,
when will I receive the answers?
preferably before thee inevitable coffin!

I seek answers, I seek the truth. 
for so long I just accepted my battles,
since I can remember I have fought these wars!

How much is enough,
milestones reached just to raise the bar,
how far and to what lengths will one go?

For me personally, 
without one ounce of doubt or hope.
I throw in the towel, I’m finally giving up!

No more. 

No more asking questions.

No more past investigations.

No more blaming others.

No more toxic relationships.

No more feeling sorry.

NO MORE FUCKING EXCUSES!

Just two words,,,

I’ll become.

I’ll become someone,
someone anyone could be proud of,
especially my wife and sons.

I’ll become someone,
someone I can be proud of,
my past triggers have all been pulled.

There’s no more bullets,
my heart has loaded them all,
my brain couldn’t hold them all!

I had to take aim, I had to answer those calls.

Just two words,,,

Moved on

 

 

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