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My Four Walls
Contributed by
linadr
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Tuesday, 12th March 2013 @ 10:30:01 AM in AEST
Topic:
hbadday
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Time heals nothing
It simply distracts the soul.
Closes up wounds, but the scars remain shown.
Tired, my heart is tired.
No longer sore, its filled with numbness.
Wish it could be halved, I am surrounded
By unopened ears.
What are these dramatics!
Look how I have become...
My old self has not returned,
It was easier to succumb.
Stains on my cheeks, they are worse than the scars.
Scars can be hidden, camouflaged.
Tired, my life is tired.
These tears leave marks across my heart.
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linadr
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2013-03-12 10:30:01]
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Re: My Four Walls
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by emystar on
Tuesday, 12th March 2013 @ 11:17:36 AM AEST
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Wow this is awesome writing.
Smiles, blessings,
emy |
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Re: My Four Walls
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by Sagefairy on
Tuesday, 12th March 2013 @ 10:15:20 PM AEST
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| I know what it's like. To me the key here is that you acknowledge the drama and put it into words. Good self-expression. Blessings, SF |
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Re: My Four Walls
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by katieliz on
Thursday, 4th April 2013 @ 07:56:05 PM AEST
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| we have all been in that place, if not then you have not lived. well written |
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