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Through
Contributed by
poet_of_anger
on
Thursday, 28th October 2004 @ 03:33:02 PM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
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Free your mind Free your soul Loose the demons That have control You... aren't alone You... can make it You... still have hope You... can make it
You are trapped inside your world You can not tell You are being held down But you can not tell
Looking from where you've come And all the things you've done Your past is no excuse To do what you want to do
All the years you've lived The good years and the bad Release all of your fears Let them take the shape of your tears Let them flow out Never to be again
Cry out all your tears Release them into me And I will hold your pain Until my life is done I will keep your misery Until the rising of the sun
Free your mind Free your soul Loose the demons That have control You... aren't alone You... can make it You... still have hope You... can make it... Through
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2004-10-28 15:33:02] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Through
(User Rating: 1 ) by eatfresh22 on
Thursday, 28th October 2004 @ 03:49:04 PM AEST (User
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Yes, if only....people would deal with their problems instead of escaping from them. I'm glad to see that you have come to such a wise conclusion.
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Re: Through
(User Rating: 1 ) by pixie on
Thursday, 28th October 2004 @ 03:58:02 PM AEST (User
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it must be hard when someone you know commits suicide and there was nothing you could do to help them , I have been suicidal in the past, I am very glad that I didnt suceed, as I am not letting my problems kill me, to find that inner strength is too hard for some, I am sorry.. a very sad and touching poem
takecare,
pixie xx |
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