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Life
Contributed by
XXLet_Love_DieXX
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Monday, 20th June 2005 @ 08:44:42 PM in AEST
Topic:
self-harmpoetry
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Go ahead and yell at me again.
Call me your puppet , just a little doll.
Someone you call when you need a playmate.
I know i'm no one special.
I know i'm nothing wonderful.
I know I'll only get hurt if I get envolved with you again.
But I want to.
I need the pain, it helps me thrive.
For blood is the nectar of life.
And without it I would die.
So I cut my wrist and gladly lay and bleed.
For your problems are something I don't need.
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2005-06-20 20:44:42]
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Re: Life
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by JasTrask_22 on
Tuesday, 21st June 2005 @ 06:25:58 PM AEST
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eaze up on yourself there! just smile! and live life to the fullest.
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Re: Life
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by Sinned on
Friday, 10th February 2006 @ 12:46:51 PM AEST
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I don't really care for self hrt poetry,but often read some on this site.
Your poem seemed to be ranting about a boy who often treats you bad--more of a short tale than a poem.
I think you can do much better if you work on ryming more--it would flow much easier.
Please keep posting
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