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The Question
Contributed by
Shadowman
on
Tuesday, 31st January 2012 @ 10:20:19 AM in AEST
Topic:
anguished
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"I cant do this, I cant do this, I can't do this!" I yell again and again, as the lies from the past catch up to my hidden sin. Leaving streams of tears as clear as that of a babbling brook, I take a look at the world about me at all that shook. At the chaos left in the wake of the previous night Just the thought alone gives me an uncontrollable fright.
How foolish was I? To take your most valuable of advice, While in the end you werent the one to pay the price.. It was me to pay! Just like it always was! No news there, made hardly the buzz! For you...You are the reason why my mind lives in constant strain, the sole reason behind why I'm no longer sane...
For simply the fact of the matter is my dear Your presence comforts yet feeds my fear The fear of losing that which I love, which I must say..is not relly unheard of. But you knew this all, the pain runs deep, It throbs away, and robs my sleep.
So why must you bother to persist? Stringing me along as if there lies no risk? Taunting and tempting, wearing emotion like a mask After all thats been said, there leaves one question left to ask.. Tell me..."What do you really stand to gain, playing games with the ones you've drove insane?"
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Shadowman
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2012-01-31 10:20:19] (Date/Time posted on
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