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Dispair from God
Contributed by
PhantomVampyress
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Monday, 5th January 2004 @ 03:38:57 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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I'm so full of hate this is all your fault everytime I turn to you you turn me away and shut me out, only to see that I am falling further down into the darkness
You never bother to hold out your hand you never really care You let me fall you watch me fall you laugh in my face you know I'm always alone with an empty space
I want to fade Disappear by the end of this year maybe when you finally reachout to me I'll be dead
JENNA
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Re: Dispair from God
(User Rating: 1 ) by venkat on
Tuesday, 6th January 2004 @ 01:17:22 AM AEST (User
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such feelings are common when one drowns in despair..its o.k well expressed. venkat |
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Re: Dispair from God
(User Rating: 1 ) by Vitreous_Soul on
Tuesday, 6th January 2004 @ 06:32:24 AM AEST (User
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I think that at some point in each of our lives, god ignores us all. This poem was thought provoking, I liked it very much.
Truly,
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Re: Dispair from God
(User Rating: 1 ) by Cobalt on
Tuesday, 6th January 2004 @ 04:04:06 PM AEST (User
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Good write Jenna. I understand this very well. I remember that idea so long ago. I hope it all gets better. If it has not already. |
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Re: Dispair from God
(User Rating: 1 ) by Sinned on
Saturday, 2nd April 2005 @ 08:36:03 PM AEST (User
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It's okey God alows us to be angry with Him.
He is always near within reach,but we tend to look elsewhere.Father forgive them they know not what they do.
Good God angry poem.
Sinned
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