Escaping THE Trap.

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By Tyler Cedric Golden •

I run like a rat, Being chased by a cat, Trapped in a corner, my eyes are decieved, In the end, what will become of me? I don't know, but my senses and emotions feeled tied up or in other words wrapped, I move swiftly and think quickly while escaping this trap. Or in other words........ my life.

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March 19, 2009 00:56izzy

this is really good, i like the whole idea of life being decieving at times, great job. (p.s. sorry i haven't commented on any of your work, from what i read so far, i think it's good)