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Fucking Hell
written by SuperBob10:05 PM 8/7/04Why does this happen to the ones who are trying to help the world out? Why is always us who end up being the lost and forgotten? We go out of our way to make sure everyone else is fine and dandy....and then...what we look back on ourselves...what have we got? We have nothing, we become nothing! A mass of emotions entwined and embedded in a soul of horror. We wanted to make sure others were happy so they would do the same for us...is that really what we had on our mind al those nights we listened and cared? Or was it all just thinking that with others being happy our issues would be erased? For, me at least, there is no answer...I would go between the two...I have gone back and forth....
Now where am I? Who am I?
I'll never know... |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
who in fucking hell knows?....i feel really shitty right now for no apparent reason and i dont have my damned blade because i went and threw it away because i was once again wanting to keep others happy...now what?
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| » Comments / Feedback | by Genocide Reaper (8-8-2004 - 03:09 AM)
| SuperBob....You seriously sound like some one I know...Its spooky....And when you spook me...Your most definitly proving your Something else, something better... I like you.. Don't go anywhere. |
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