Frankie Stones Poems

Seconds turned into Minutes,
Minutes into Hours,
Hours into Days,
Days into Weeks,
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There can only be one winner,
But yet both sides loose.
An angry army of twisted hopes and beliefs.
A dream turned into a nightmare.
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My hear t was pounding. I felt if it was to beat once more it would fall into my hands, then starring at it I would forget everything every last memory I had.

I felt something but I couldn’t figure out what. Felling as if someone had thrown me in a box, shaken me around and then placed me in somewhere that was unknown to my memory but yet it was the place I had lived all my life. I knew the roads like the back of my hand.
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What is there in life?
Who are we?
Is any little thing that we do important?
Is it the fact that we want to belong?
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When it came to certain things,
I had chosen to be alone,
For a lot longer time then,
I wanted as with the questions I get,
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I had developed a new shadow.
But this one did not share my thoughts or feelings.
It had an opinion of its own.
It had a different connection to me.
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