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Contributed by
mercedes
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Tuesday, 14th October 2003 @ 12:53:28 AM in AEST
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Im sitting in my car
My hands gripping the wheel
Have to pay attention
Ignore the demons in my head
I want to take my seatbelt off
Step hard on the gas
Play chicken with the oncoming cars
Or drive off the nearest cliff
I would stop and get out
Maybe some fresh air would help
But I know if I do
Id be tempted to lay in the street
Its not that I want to die
Ok, so maybe it is
But its also a need deep inside
Driving me, pushing me over the edge.
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mercedes
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2003-10-14 00:53:28]
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Re: no title
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by EmSal on
Tuesday, 14th October 2003 @ 12:58:35 AM AEST
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Oh no!!!! A good poem, but if you do really want to die, don't involve anyone else, imagine how they will feel. But truly you don't deserve to die...I hope you find the cause for this urge.
Emma. |
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by jaeann on
Tuesday, 14th October 2003 @ 02:05:14 AM AEST
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| bad day did we have???? i've felt like this!!!! great write!!! |
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