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The Mission!With each day that arrives I hope it brings new hope The sun's rays penetrate through a crack into my bedroom I feel alive...somewhat, for a short time at least, but that's before... My body has to venture into this wicked world of nothingness My days are spent pacing back and forth like some train in a station Am I a passenger waiting for that number nine to Euston? Which never arrives, a shadow, a piece of lost luggage even - A man with a mission of fortitude, with a one way ticket Of no return! B... Written 25Th April 2006 Copywriter UK 2006 http://storypen.com/fromtheheart1 to view authors work Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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