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This hate, this FCUKING RAGE,
written by perfect.flaws08:48 AM 12/30/04I remeber the day
when i'd sit down to cry..
it wouldnt last..this past.
I start to yell
i start to shreak,
and scream and cry..
and swear to die.
Im on the floor,
thinking of death.
in a ball,
holding myself,
because i know
no one else will.
No one has known
what has been done,
to this body,
to this skin.
No one will know
what has been done,
to this mind,
to this face.
So ashamed,
trying to understand,
it is not my fault,
Trying to embrace
this so called faith..
This hate, this FCUKING RAGE,
has built up, and built up again,
been let go,
and fucking built up again.
But the light is clear,
its not me for death,
its you to die!
You muther fucker.
Enjoy the ride.. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by lostchildofthegoddess (12-30-2004 - 08:51 AM)
| wow i like your poem and i understand how u feel |
by Foiazzy (12-30-2004 - 02:10 PM)
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