Its All A Lie In The End

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    Its All A Lie In The End

     When the world is dying and falling to pieces you are my savior. 
    You help me through the tough and easy parts.  You give me faith and hope. 
    You tell me that everything is going to be okay, even if you know that the world is going to die.  I’m sorry for leaving; I should have known it was a lie, but a lie that made me feel better.

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    kdarcy commented on Its All A Lie In The End

    12-05-2009

    A lie in the end or an awful or unhappy truth of what we go through in our lives? They say that ignorance is bliss, and that may be true ... even that can't last, along with the lie that felt good for a time. I enjoyed the write, keep it up. be well, k
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    writingislove

    12/06/2009

    Thanks. I feel as though humans lie to themselves, therefore it always ends up being a lie in the end. Whether you lied to yourself or someone else lied to you. Thanks. You be swell too:]

    cmlestrade commented on Its All A Lie In The End

    09-05-2009

    Well, I am an optimist and I think everything will be okay but at the same time I am a realist and our world is going through many changes. This poem was a bit confusing to me. Do you really feel the world is going to die. If it is we earthlings are speeding up the process. good write made me think.
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    writingislove

    09/16/2009

    Sometimes I do believe taht the world does have a chance of dying because nothing can last forever. But at the same time how could anyone ruin such a beautiful world. Thank you:]

    Hampton commented on Its All A Lie In The End

    08-29-2009

    A poem of gratitude to one that brought relief through falsehood. Is there more?
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    writingislove

    09/01/2009

    I do not quite understand by what you mean by "more". But thank you anyways.

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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