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Subliminal Suicide
written by bleedblack01:51 AM 9/7/04| Below the threshold of conscious perception is where my suicide awaits. Cold, dark, and damp living in the never-ending cave, a black hole. I wander without direction trying to find what is not there ... life. Nothing exists here, not even me. It seems as if my soul is still searching, searching for me. I shall not be found. |
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its ok ... i understand if you dont know what i'm talking about ... i barely know what it means ... but this poem sucks ... oh well
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| » Comments / Feedback | by (anonymous) (12-18-2004 - 02:20 AM)
| An Empty Soul is what you may mean, I honestly precive it that way but then again what do you care on what I think. |
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