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Post by *~PoOkIe~* on May 22, 2005 16:43:45 GMT -5
Another one by my friend.
Falling further and further into the pit called "death" the beginning of death starting with the first breath. Looking down at the blue curves that gives you life, looking smaller and smaller with the presence of the knife. So much pain that grows larger with every seeming day, you know and try to hide the fact that you hate yourself. There might be one who truly cares, but no one else. Sometimes looking in the mirror, I don't see a face. I see a dark shadow wishing to be in some other place. Tears run down a once happy face with no pain. Was it false happiness or are things just not the same. Thinking about how things use to be and would later end up Knowing what the present really is and how no one give a f*ck. Tmes just aren't the same anymore. There's nothing left here for me to look for.
Merylania Silva
Sorry for the cuss word. Hope it does not matter!
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Post by Jess on May 23, 2005 9:41:57 GMT -5
No, the cuss word is all right, since it's a poem. My poems/songs have curse words in them too. However, since we don't know who all comes on this site, I'll fix it so that it doesn't ruin the poem, but people don;t get majorly offended.
-Jess;D
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Post by *~PoOkIe~* on May 23, 2005 13:53:36 GMT -5
ok thank you.
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