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Quick word--Untitled--
written by maledeth09:42 AM 9/11/04How many times must it be proven,
That life is here to inflict pain to you in more ways than imagined?
I remain secluded-possessed-confined in my hell, in this nightmare.
In that state of mind that I hate, yet I grasp onto.
My reality is my upsets.
My rise, my demise.
It's all bound by my truths and my lies.
The confinements of my limits.
The seclusion of my soul.
This possession of all this nothing.
This nothing that I hold. |
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Quick word.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Lovely_Suicide (9-11-2004 - 09:44 AM)
| mmmmmmmmmmm ur poems dont make alot of sense to me but my poems suck eggs and im dumb ayway i wouldn't know a knife from a razor |
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