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» Poem: The Problem
The Problem
written by thornyrosebud
04:50 AM 3/11/05
What would happen,
If I die,
If I took the knife,
To cut myself.
The problem?
Even if your dead,
Even if you sever your grip
On reality,
The thoughts still come,
Of hate,
Of grief,
Of neverness...
Never stopping.


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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
LIFE CAN BE REALLY FUCKED UP SOMETIMES!

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by (guest) (3-11-2005 - 06:56 AM)
I LIKED THIS IT SHOWS WHO U R AND JUST ROCK ON!

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