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Therapy
written by twistedmind3311:05 PM 3/10/05So much happening
No way of controlling
I run to my room
Once I’m told something new
And crank it up
You hate the sound
I already know
I don’t need anymore
Great
All my batteries are dead
And my problems still exist
Wait, there’s a cd player downstairs
I rush to it
Brush of the dust
And see it still works
I take it to my safety zone
And put it my magic medicine
Sounds fill the room
Screaming
Drums crashing
Guitars strumming
You yelling
“Turn that crap off!”
But I can’t hear
I’m off in my own world
Even if it don’t exist |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
Like I said, it's therapy.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by (guest) (3-10-2005 - 11:23 PM)
| i reli like it....n music is my onli salvation 2 x |
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