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    Never thought I would feel this way
    Closed that door, locked it threw away the key
    I wasn't happy but I was content to stay
    Right here where it was comfortable, no air, no breeze
    I'm a different kinda guy
    I don't fall for the girl in the end
    I make my own choices
    Live life to the end
    If I spend
    My time wondering what the fate is for me
    I'll waste all my time thinking
    And never get to see
    What's life is like
    Through trials and strife
    If everything is given to you how can you decide
    What's good and bad, makes you happy or sad?
    How are you supposed to know about the things you never had.
    I choose to do things because i like the control
    I don't get how people can just give up their soul
    Or give up their life. Short change it, take it light.
    Take your chances, mess them up.
    Everyone has the same amount of luck.
    Everything is simple. The picture isn't big.
    The picture is what you paint it.
    Not anyone else so don't just quit.
    So when I'm clear and when I'm content
    When I ask my friend to come out and spend
    Some time with me, plutonically
    Why do I feel like I've lost control of my feet.
    Why do I feel like I'm having bad thoughts
    Why does it seem like we're two souls apart
    Teasing and Dancing around each other all night
    Trying still desperately to put up a fight.
    You know me, and I know you.
    I think you finally realize what we should do.
    It's gonna mess up my plans,
    It's gonna make the world come to a stop.
    When you give me that look
    It's hard to tell my mouth not to drop
    I see it in you, can't believe it is true
    sometimes
    i can't believe these feelings actually exist
    me and you
    What a joke, what a laugh, what a smile what a frown
    The sensible thing would be to
    forget about it, don't make a sound
    Don't walk the walk, that we both badly want to walk
    Don't talk, don't even balk,
    Sorry to throw the baseball metaphor around
    Hope against fate, it's not easy to do.
    Because if fate doesn't exist...
    Then hopefully someday I'll forget about you.

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    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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