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Not a poem- this is more of writing
written by wiltedrose06:33 PM 3/12/05| I want to love you, but there is nothing left. No emotion, no happiness, no sadness, no smiling, no laughter. Though matter how hard I try I can’t feel bad for you, or anyone at that. Why must I be this way! So empty, drained, powerless. All these thoughts coming from the ends of my fingers, they have no meaning. This is all hollow, nothing is real, this is all a dream. I don’t care what I write for there is no point to it. Ask yourself this: Does it all matter in the end? Does it? Do you remember and cherish everything you do, or at least one thing? I have never… Forgive me, yet another piece of writing that nor you or me would care about. It’s all so pointless. Not a thousand words could describe how I feel right now, for I fear there is none there at all. |
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^ ermm ok that came form nowhere
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| » Comments / Feedback | by cryptic_misery (3-12-2005 - 06:48 PM)
| In ways, that is still a poem, hun, and a very good one I might add =) |
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