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» Poem: Quels gens moi font-ils-What people do t
Quels gens moi font-ils-What people do t
written by Emo_Death_Wish
11:31 PM 4/9/04

Lying here dying I realize
I want this now
I can finally see through my eyes
As I step through the gates of Hell
Death sleeps next to me
Life is death
My eyes are closed so I can see
This is my last breath
The dull pounding grows
There's laughing, crying, I'm numb
I'm afraid of all you know
Loving, learning, leaving
Hating, hurting, healing
alone, Alone, ALONE
I'm blankness, you're staring
I'm fragile, you're tearing
I'm trouble, you're caring
I'm trauma, you're baring
I'm dying, you're saving
me





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by fairy_of_ice (4-10-2004 - 01:40 PM)
i really liek it. Its sooo good.

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