Your Conscience, by Sam
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It happens when there's nothing there,
It happens, usually, when no one cares.
It's always there,
Yet Covered up,
It tells you when you've had enough.
You hate how it's always talking,
All a muffle, and it's bothering.
It seems to take up all your time,
Whispering things that keep you in line.
But of all the things it wants to do,
Your conscience wants to help you through.
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| Posted: 2007-05-08 23:28:14 UTC |
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| 2006-08-22 08:48:29 | User |
| An interesting write...but why is it entitled "-"???? |
| 2007-05-11 22:38:30 | Veracity |
| Excellent poem! It perfectly describes that little nagging voice in my head! :) |