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Contributed by
Mortis-Dark
on
Monday, 12th April 2004 @ 06:12:01 PM in AEST
Topic:
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I take and I hold.
Everything is dear to me.
Weak and thin.
I tremble at that thought.
Older I grow.
Wiser I seem.
Why do I keep making the same mistakes.
Never to learn from those of the past.
My eyes weary and blurred.
Soft and milky they seem.
I cant see you now.
I could never see you then.
As do I.
I long for death.
Like a slave at his last meal.
The bread breaks,
but only crumbs escape.
This life is what I made it.
I chose my path.
I am the light for my future.
Only to be put out.
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Mortis-Dark
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2004-04-12 18:12:01]
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Re: Change
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by arden on
Monday, 12th April 2004 @ 06:23:06 PM AEST
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i think this is just awesome. i love the imagery. great job it was very well done. enjoyed it very much.
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