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Quiet |
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littlefairy Member
since 2007-08-06
Posts 51New York |
No matter how much I try, I can’t make it stop, Can’t help but let the clouds, Drift over my mind, Turning it numb, And making me become unseeing, Zoning out during times, When I truly need to pay attention, No matter how hard, I push it back, Fight it with all I have, The slow cold dark feeling, Of a life well ruined, Consumes me, How can I already be so dead, When I’ve only just begun, As I grew up I knew I’d die at a young age, But I didn’t realize, That it wouldn’t be a physical death, Where I’d only be placed in a coffin, And put underground, I hadn’t known, That’d it be the death of my soul, Of the spirit I once cherished, The slow torture of my caring heart, That my eyes would go dull, And I’d be able to see it, Remembering that I actually liked them, Before now when they were bright with colors, Now I’m just one of the many people, With dull eyes and a dead soul, And I hope that the people who had caused, My slow quiet death, Are happy with what they’ve done, And go to bed remembering, What I once was. I’m good during the day. But at night I wait.I wait for the one who’ll never return. |
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carolinabeen Member
since 2006-12-12
Posts 69 |
I'm not going to blow smoke not up your arse you hit me, closer than home you said what I could not it takes a person to know these things you've hit me most in my soul i hurt not near as much as without you |
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carolinabeen Member
since 2006-12-12
Posts 69 |
Might I just beg for more please |
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