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Target To My Brother
Contributed by
Bbear61
on
Thursday, 15th February 2007 @ 12:04:06 AM in AEST
Topic:
SadPoetry
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I can see your anger growing, Like the beast that wouldnt cease to exist. Boiling, bubbling, until it froths at the top and spills. And who would be there to take it out on Than me. Though you think I only argue just to put up a fight, Youre wrong. I do it because Im broken, and Ive nothing left to give you. What better than to play the target of your anger? Yet I come to find that Im still breaking At every curse you throw my way. My soul, so weary, slips through clenched fingers, And soars away upon the wind. I can no longer feel this pain, And once more I can see the anger grow within you. Take aim at me. At my lifeless corpse. Im ready this time. This time, its the final blow.
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Bbear61
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2007-02-15 00:04:06] (Date/Time posted on
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