How to re-capture life?—it came On thunderous hooves, Burst through me, Impaling my soul When he smiled.
Who was that masked man? (It was life, ma’am.) --But he tired of me, And rode on, And these endless horizons Have long since seen sunset— And night fall.
I Walk on alone. I guess Nobody told him We Were supposed to leave Riding double.
Leslie P. Garcia copyright 2002
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Reviewed by Delores Fossen (Reader)
Reviewed on September 8, 2002
Thought provoking and smiles in such few lines. Fantastic!
Dozens of Frequently Asked Questions regarding Pathological Narcissism, relationships with abusive narcissists, and the Narcissistic Personality Disorder.
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