*Brad Combs* (The Igloo Pirate too) *^*Sitting at that Table for One*^* Poems

The thief of my Identity

To my Friends and Family
My true Identity
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Into the woods we traveled, with little fear and dought,
Into the woods we traveled, with no way out.

Into the woods we traveled, with thoughts of the new day,
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Day after Day,
Week after Week,
(Pg 108, Ch XVIII)
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All i want is to be huged, and not be treated like a thug,
All I wanted was to hold you and say 'I love you, ' not shuned for the fun,
All i wanted was to be told that 'I care about u, ' not 'I hate u'
All i wanted was to have your attention, not the depressed feelin
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This web of spiraling emotion
Weaving in and out of control
Lost in this universe
No one cares
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I wish i was dead, I wish i was no-more,
I have tasted the fruit of life, and i must say it is rather bad,

People tell me i should be grateful for what i have,
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I will sit here today,
I will sit here tomorow,

I have waited, a minute,
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I reached to soon, with mind and thought
to fall the hard way down

I reached to soon, , with heart and soul
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Where their was once light,
Their is darkness now

Where their once was hope
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Into this time we move,

with Hopes, and Regrets,
with Bills, and Debts,
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