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Analysis Of The Poem ' Black And Gray '

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They say you should live without regrets, but I still ponder. Have I strung the correct chords. The mournful melody of a private memoir makes me wonder. A chance to have it all, the sweet life. The life that songs, stories, and movies promise you, the happy ending. I don’t want to write about myself and I don’t want writing a cliche, but the best painting I can paint is dull and blue. A personal love story about a time that now seems so far away. A cheap classic film in black and gray, a high school adaptation of a Shakespearean play, expressing itself to the unknown in struggling tone. The forceful force feeding of words will begin, so this is how the story begins. The Iliad He was searching for something, he didn’t know what, but…show more content…
I wasn’t prepared for what was to come. Real Friends Real friends, how many of us? How many of us, how many jealous? Real friends It’s not many of us, we smile at each other But how many honest? Trust issues Those are the intro lines to Kanye West’s “Real Friends”, and those are the lines I think of when remembering the destructive orchestration. What started off as a simple confession transformed into a tantalizing temptation. I trusted her, she had become one of my closest friends. I told her how I felt about another girl. She was a very close friend of ours. But as I told her how I felt about our friend she revealed how she felt about me. I felt entitled to told her how I had felt about her. We both realized that we felt a certain way for each other, but that nothing could compose. We both liked the idea, but it was best to ignore our feelings, but that didn’t happen. After a week of debating and constant uncertainty, I made the choice and accepted the repercussions of my crime to a certain extend. Our relationship became a secret even from our closest friends. But that didn’t help me face reality, a joyful guilt I felt. I had to question if in actuality I was a real friend. Was I jealous of my friend, why couldn’t I be honest with my closest friends. I felt like OJ, walking free, facing no punishment. Karma, however doesn’t forgive and she has no
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