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~PWEE~
Contributed by
Alina
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Thursday, 11th November 2004 @ 02:08:38 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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Almost four years now Since he's last seen me I hate what he has helped turned me into Because of him I'll never be set free. I was only still a child Homeless..... worn out and torn He took me in....lead me by his side And helped me mourn. Despite all the things he showed me How to live large and not care He still tore me to pieces And I'm left alone to bare..... To bare the pain on this heart Of being an addcit at sixteen He turned me into this monster Left me heartless and mean. Why did I ever trust him? Why did I believe his lies? Maybe because he fed me " Forget Me Knots" And helped me through the cries. I listen to this band Which reminds me of him If I hate him so much Then how come I invite these memories? The memories of times when I'd wake up next to strangers With kisses of drugs upon my shoulder Why do I miss him..... Why does this heart still grow colder?
Copyright ©
Alina
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2004-11-11 14:08:38] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: ~PWEE~
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 12th January 2005 @ 08:12:55 PM AEST (User
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My ex gave me alcohol as a young teen, fortunately I was not addicted. If this is real, I hope you find healing. A real sad story. Blessings. |
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Re: ~PWEE~
(User Rating: 1 ) by Sinned on
Saturday, 15th January 2005 @ 12:40:35 PM AEST (User
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Young lady if you can write like this you sure arn't getting colder.This poem was well written sad to the point of bringing tears.Use all of your innerstrength and stay away from this person.
A friend
Sinned |
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