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The Seeds of Mistrust
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The Seeds of Mistrust |
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Engel_Dragon_Eyes New Member
since 2001-07-26
Posts 9 |
I feel that intangible hand Reaching out With its black icy fingers Grasping my heart It squeezes I can't breathe I can't feel I can't move The intangible hand withdrawls Leaving its horrid cancer Its black death To eat away at my heart It grows I can't breathe I can't feel I can't move My heart is petrified My heart is black My heart is shattered With the disease of mistrust It consumes I can't breath I can't feel I can't move My soul welcomes death ~Engel Dragon Eyes~ |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
I understand the despair of this...and yes, and the soul DOES welcome freedom---which by the way, can be found through LIFE. Unfortunately, sometimes that is something only despair can teach us. |
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