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Before And After
Contributed by
BreathingButNotAlive
on
Saturday, 2nd July 2005 @ 12:10:40 AM in AEST
Topic:
AngryPoetry
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The pain of self hate. A pain that I did not create. Looking at what I have become. Inside, heart shallow and numb. Let me rest my heart and soul. Can I escape from this hellhole? Let me live lives doom. Never able to understand it's gloom. Now I put the gun to my head. The floor, turning a blood red. As the hour of death nears. I can see all of the tears. I can hear that one word...
He was such a ***** coward. But we did not need him. He was stupid and grim. He was a burden anyway. We did not want him to stay. He did not care. The way he talked to us was so unfair. He was a selfish freak. We all knew he was worthless and weak. He did not care about anything or anyone. But then again, he was my only son...
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2005-07-02 00:10:40] (Date/Time posted on
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