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Too many things
written by Schizophrenic_broken07:57 PM 11/6/04Beauty that runs too deep,
A pain that cannot sleep.
A tear in someones eyes,
The feeling when someone dies.
The world that's full of hate,
Words that are said too late.
The way the razor has slit,
The place that pain can't hit.
The feel of hand to knife,
The way to end a life.
A kiss touching a cheak.
How it makes one weak.
The heart that cannot cope,
The way the brain does hope.
For a freedom that is fake.
For everybodys sake.
Yet no it can't be real,
Because death is all I feel |
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i am hurt
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| » Comments / Feedback | by bloodlyvalentine (11-6-2004 - 07:58 PM)
| nice line... the world thats full of hate, soooooooo true |
by bloodlyvalentine (11-6-2004 - 08:00 PM)
| not that i hate ne 1, mwuhahahahahahahahahahahHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
EVIL! |
by Schizophrenic_broken (11-6-2004 - 08:02 PM)
by bloodlyvalentine (11-6-2004 - 08:11 PM)
| *gasps* first rule of vampirism, the word WHATEVER is a sin! do not speak this word! |
by Schizophrenic_broken (11-6-2004 - 08:45 PM)
| Aggh no u gunna arrest me and kill me cuz i'm acting like a chav. Damn |
by (anonymous) (11-7-2004 - 11:49 AM)
| You are seriously mad, lol. But i love your poems, this one is seriously good |
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