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Breaking Point
Contributed by
Seikjo
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Friday, 19th November 2004 @ 06:05:48 PM in AEST
Topic:
psychoticpoems
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Crying softly in the middle of the night.
Trying to think of now what I shall do.
Standing to my feet I hold back my last tears.
Grabing my only known wepon.
Walking down those streets were THEY live.
Sneaking into their rooms while they sleep.
Sleeping so soundly while I stand over them wepon rasied.
Striking down in on swift blow they are gone.
Walking back my job now done.
Moving on to the new house and doing this once again.
Walking up in mid swing they barely scream.
Running in their mother and father with a gun.
Pointing right at me.
Yelling for me to throw my weapon down.
Laughing I jump out the window.
Disappearing into nothingness.
Doning this yet again, until THEY are all dead.
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Seikjo
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2004-11-19 18:05:48]
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Re: Breaking Point
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by Essentially9 on
Saturday, 20th November 2004 @ 12:21:32 AM AEST
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| well hopefully you wont ever reach your breaking point then. good write. |
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