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Your Story
Contributed by
KJ
on
Thursday, 14th August 2003 @ 12:05:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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I am the abused child,
that craves for no more pain
forced to be boxed, and confined
with tears stolen by the dead rain
I am the rapist, the abuser,
that loves to see you beg
and you adress me as "sir"
with cuts across your porcelain leg
I am the one who loves,
that cares and holds you
despite how hard you shove
absorbing the hits from your shoe
I am the one who loved,
that hates you with lust
a smirk filled with blood
with a heart that cannot ever trust
I am the local teenager
that lives on lies and truth
always confused as a blur
with a necessity to please the youth
I am the adult who is peremptory
that likes to argue with others
and loves to change the real story
with a yell that makes a child shiver
I am everyone in this minute body
that thrives for some kind of pain
and scares others because they cannot see
with an essential of pain to be both sane and insane
I am everything and everyone, except happiness
I am the one who receives pain and gives bliss
Copyright ©
KJ
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2003-08-14 00:05:00]
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Re: Your Story
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by tinka_belle on
Thursday, 14th August 2003 @ 04:59:15 AM AEST
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true
wonderful poem
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