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My Room
Contributed by
angrycheerios
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Monday, 29th March 2004 @ 11:31:15 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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The image in the mirror spawns a metamorphasis
i try hard to keep watching but i have no stomach for this
my happiness no longer exist, its long been dead
its buried by the stupid things ive done and said
my thoughts ,to me, so benign so trite
i scream at my reflection but she doesnt seem like she wants to fight
i just want a reason to go on, something to live for
someone to talk to, someone to adore
but i run and hide in my room, door slammed shut behind me
dont ask me what goes on in there, id never let u see
just how crazy i canb be when no one is around
its so pointless how i cry for sumone to find me but dont want to be found
so abuse me, bury ur secrets deep in my skin
then run away, why bother? u kno that ull be back again
how could u resist me, im just to easy to take advantage of
so kick me harder, use me a little more
and remember , when u come in my room to always shut the door
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angrycheerios
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Re: My Room
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by we_were_left_darkling on
Tuesday, 30th March 2004 @ 03:20:11 PM AEST
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