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Untitled 7
Contributed by
weepingprophet
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Thursday, 22nd September 2005 @ 06:29:05 PM in AEST
Topic:
AngryPoetry
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Something so simple
Tortured wrist and I summon them again
Eyes in the night at the foot of my bed
Im carving their name
Their remorse and their dread
What I believe is ignorance
That cuts in my flesh is substitute for bliss
I am blind to my own ways
And the mark of the end of my days
Sways, stops, shivers
Who am i?
Recognize
I am more than this
Temporary existence
But what is beyond
Afar
There must be life past these scars
The sheets hide their faces
Blood trails escape the graces
Of deaths kiss
Im lost in this
Were all blind to our own demise
All silent in our despise
Who are we?
Disguise
We are more than this
Temporary existence
But why?
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2005-09-22 18:29:05]
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Re: Untitled 7
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by Former_Member on
Thursday, 22nd September 2005 @ 07:59:39 PM AEST
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hey...great write im not going to say "i know how u feel" because im sure you hear that from a million people. but next time ur upset...think...wut will cutting solve? then think if its rly worth doing. everything has a reason...so wen u realize why life is worth living...learn from this expierience. and remember to look on the bright side :)
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