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the artists tale
Contributed by
surge_joebot
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Monday, 22nd November 2004 @ 09:32:23 PM in AEST
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The charcoal blackens my hands...
While something else is blackening my heart.
Falling endlessly away from what I onced love and held dear to me.
Becoming more bitter and twisted as each heart break builds up on me.
I understand why take me when there are toys on the shelf not so broken and dusty as I am.
I'm not a bad person and I have so much to offer.
But I'm so tired of all the games and disapointment in my world... it's unfair.
You'd love me if I was beautiful and if I wasn't such hard work...
But I am who I am and I'll change for no one but myself.
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Re: the artists tale
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by freckle on
Thursday, 27th January 2005 @ 08:53:25 PM AEST
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| I like it! Full of emotion. |
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Re: the artists tale
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by fielding88 on
Friday, 28th January 2005 @ 10:32:47 AM AEST
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| Amen. You are who you are. Nothing should come between who u want to be and who you act like. Great statement at the end and overall an amazing poem. |
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