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But all it does is scare me to death.
I cannot bare this uncertainty,
This longing for something tangible
Something good to look forward to...
Something to cling to, no matter what.

There’s nothing out there for me.
So how can you say I should be happy?
Should I be glad for what this world has taken from me?
My ability to love and trust and feel…
My heart, my life is broken.

There’s nothing left to save now
And there’s nothing left to break
Hence my apathy and indifference
The only that’s real to me is emptiness

And on and on I go
Suffering this so-called life
Not keen on living but not yet ready to die
So until my time has come I will live this lie
My mind’s made up

My heart, my life is broken

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Broken

Contributed by Davinah on Thursday, 8th December 2005 @ 07:38:17 AM in AEST
Topic: oops

I wish there was a point to this "not knowing"
But all it does is scare me to death.
I cannot bare this uncertainty,
This longing for something tangible
Something good to look forward to...
Something to cling to, no matter what.

There’s nothing out there for me.
So how can you say I should be happy?
Should I be glad for what this world has taken from me?
My ability to love and trust and feel…
My heart, my life is broken.

There’s nothing left to save now
And there’s nothing left to break
Hence my apathy and indifference
The only that’s real to me is emptiness

And on and on I go
Suffering this so-called life
Not keen on living but not yet ready to die
So until my time has come I will live this lie
My mind’s made up

My heart, my life is broken

Copyright Â© Davinah ... [ 2005-12-08 07:38:17]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Broken (User Rating: 1 )
by Spike on Monday, 3rd April 2006 @ 06:59:11 AM AEST
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I have to admit, I'm feeling like this a bit too much and for too long these days. Still, it's a core part of the human condition to feel this way, and its hard to shake, a real monkey on the back, a heavy stone in the heart. Plain and honest.

Spike

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