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the girl buried alive
Contributed by
dena
on
Tuesday, 3rd May 2005 @ 10:30:44 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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I gaze at my past-its like
a movie screen,
my feelings torn right at the seam.
The person in my memories
can surely not be me.
The girl inside who I used to be
is buried alive deep inside of me.
I keep her trapped, never to be seen
because I hate who I was.
I regret that I have no life,
because maybe I could do it right
if I could fall alseep one night
and begin it all again.
I look in the mirror and all I see
is the woman that stands before me,
but still that girl cried out,
wanting to be part of me.
I have left the person that I hated
but she lives as I have started
deep inside, never to come out!
I barely hear her scream and shout.
As I try to remember all my youth,
I cant believe what I see is the truth.
the person that I used to be,
can surely not be me.
Copyright ©
dena
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2005-05-03 22:30:44]
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Re: the girl buried alive
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by Former_Member on
Tuesday, 3rd May 2005 @ 11:23:49 PM AEST
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