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Tamma
since 2000-01-17
Posts 794In His Arms, Harpers Ferry, WV 
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Why can't i lie in bed and cry, cry, cry? The image of death is around me, I shall not be here anymore, in a few short weeks. His scent surrounds me, leaving me unable to break free from his grasp. I am his puppet, he controls me, I have no control over myself. When I cry, he controls it. Hes about to control me again. Hes in charge of all my pain, and the people in the outside wortld do not see it. *how was i to kno that today id meet someone like you? how was i to see the light with him in my path and you too far to touch?* |
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Dusk Treader
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Senior Member
since 1999-06-18
Posts 1187St. Paul, MN |
Sometimes it all seems like were marionettes dancing on the strings of some unknown master of puppets. Though we may feel this way, we do have some control of our lives, life is balanced, things will get better. Good piece describing these feelings of hopelessness, I hope things improve for you soon  In flames I shall not be consumed, but reborn. -- Abrahm Simons |
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Christopher
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-02
Posts 8296Purgatorial Incarceration |
YOU are in charge of all your pain!!! And writing it out can certainly helps sometimes! It is welcome here always! |
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Tamma
since 2000-01-17
Posts 794In His Arms, Harpers Ferry, WV |
i wrote this in math one day, and in the middle of writing it, i got a whiff of my ex's colonge *how was i to kno that today id meet someone like you? how was i to see the light with him in my path and you too far to touch?* |
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