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Things that will never come
written by Lovely_Suicide08:15 AM 9/20/04won't someone still this pain away?
And take me down from display?
Dosn't anyone want to wipe away my tears?
And fade away all these years?
Won't someone wipe away my blood?
And stop this flood?
It to late
Im gone
I waited to long for something that would never come. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by (anonymous) (9-20-2004 - 01:40 PM)
| Pain was a little girl with golden curls and big blue eyes.
She liked dresses and hated to get dirty.
She complained a lot when someone killed,
sidestepping the shower of blood that usually followed the end of one of this runs.
She was good at that.
Pain was excellent at getting underfoot,
excellent at keeping attention focused on her when it should have been elsewhere. She’d dance circles around , her small hands clasped behind her head,
dress swirling around her chubby knees.
Pain smiled a lot.
She enjoyed what she did and told it so on a daily basis.
There were some days
when her voice was a mere whisper and other days when she was screaming in ears.
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