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untitled
Contributed by
peanut
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Saturday, 3rd September 2005 @ 01:19:02 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Bags under her eyes
Has not slept in days,
What she did last night
Is all one big haze.
She contemplates what to do
About this life she is in
A tear falls down her check
As she takes a another swig of gin.
Over come with rage and hate
She can't take it anymore,
Now she feels it's time
to end this internal war.
She put the knife to her wrist
And applies pressure to feel pain,
A burst of blood comes to surface
I knew I was never sane
Copyright ©
peanut
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2005-09-03 13:19:02]
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Re: untitled
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by michelled43 on
Saturday, 3rd September 2005 @ 06:13:52 PM AEST
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| wow this is the most amazing poem i have read in a long time...you expressed yourself in ways that some people will never be able to..it is such a deep poem with such deep feelings....great write...keep it up! |
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Re: untitled
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by gary on
Saturday, 3rd September 2005 @ 07:34:44 PM AEST
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| That was a good ren.. You should name it "crack" nice name for a poem? |
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Re: untitled
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 3rd September 2005 @ 10:05:10 PM AEST
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| Know how this feels so very well hope you can find strength to get past it. Thanks for sharing good poem. |
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