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Me
Contributed by
TwEeK
on
Wednesday, 18th August 2004 @ 03:54:47 PM in AEST
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how do i count the days
of solitudes loss
of broken lives
that are scattered amognst my grave
where i lie for eternity
and embrace my hollow soul
how can i die and wither in pain
when i cant feel a single thing
i was to dig my own hole
and never come out
who wont feel for me
for my broken soul
and tattered life
who will
none will
because no one cares
and no one will
as i kill myself silently
it was my mission
i couldnt stand it any longer
so empty so cold
just nothing
nothing but a shell
with the hemains of a creature
a creature called, Me
Copyright ©
TwEeK
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2004-08-18 15:54:47]
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Re: Me
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by Katie2008 on
Wednesday, 18th August 2004 @ 04:19:11 PM AEST
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I liked this a lot, and I think I can understand it and relate to the feeling that you're writing about. Good work.
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Re: Me
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by Former_Member on
Thursday, 19th August 2004 @ 10:46:54 AM AEST
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Well Tweek, this isn't confusing, maybe because I can relate to it.
I like the structure and the flow, and the ever present feel of nothingness. Chin up...life does get better.
Angel always...joni |
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