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Aware of it
Contributed by
thezenmonkey
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Tuesday, 1st August 2017 @ 01:50:31 PM in AEST
Topic:
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I numb my /*****/ mind to the point that its dead! I go without it all to find peace in my head! Starving my body to puke up my bloated mind! escaping for awhile every opportunity I find!
Blinded by the darkness i scramble around! I have nothing to play, no card left in my hand! My end is near i sometimes wish it was already here! I/'/ve let go of everything I held dear!
I
/'/ve got blood to be spilt, my heart has been split! a soul to be sold so bargain your gold! I don/'/t believe in god! But I believe in the Devil! that/'/s for sure!
just one little taste, I always want more! so bring all your gold and raise a toast to the sky so we can get high and see eye to eye! We/'/ll love and we/'/ll hate and we/'/ll try to get by
it doesn/'/t matter to me anymore if I live or I die!
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Re: Aware of it
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by softerware on
Tuesday, 1st August 2017 @ 05:55:30 PM AEST
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Drugs stop time. But it lurks around the corner waiting for us. Tick tick.
Good title! (Its hard to be in denial with a Title like that.)
My favorite lines are: WELL LOVE AND WELL HATE AND WELL TRY TO GET BY.
I ALWAYS WANT MORE! I assure you that the craving for escape never ends --we just learn not to answer the persistent knock.
Life is never as painful as its absence.
Love the poem.
softerware
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Re: Aware of it
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by unknown_utopia on
Thursday, 3rd August 2017 @ 07:47:38 PM AEST
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It is hard to hold on in a castle made of sand
so I understand why you fly high.... |
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