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Playing Pretend
Contributed by
sheri
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Wednesday, 25th August 2004 @ 04:00:44 AM in AEST
Topic:
SadPoetry
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I pretend to be alright but I dream all Freaking night of you why I don't know or even care to contemplate because I am through with trying to be freinds with you. I pretend to be happy, for a little while I am then the truth hits me like a iceberg impaling my heart still people see me smile it's just less charming with more teeth like a viper fixing to bite mostly though it's that I appear a little spacey staring wide eyed straight ahead not seeing or hearing the slightest thing and I wonder is this what it's like to be dead my happiness in not contingent on anyone nor does my loneliness forgive me for not lunging at the first guy who presents me with a rotten apple as a romantic gesture I wake in the morning with dried tears in the corner of my eyes I don't belong here I don't belong anywhere my baby gave up while I was at work strange,but I knew he wouldn't make it nobody knows but me so I just pretend to be happy while my misery is killing me.
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Re: Playing Pretend
(User Rating: 1 ) by emystar on
Wednesday, 25th August 2004 @ 05:27:53 AM AEST (User
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I hear ya but we all get tired.
Death is easy but living is hard.
Sad but really understandable 'cause we all have our days. Written like a pro.
lv, huggs, faith, hope, peace, inner joy,
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