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AnGeLiX17 Junior Member
since 2000-06-05
Posts 46Salisbury, NC |
I promised myself, that I wouldn't take your **** today, I promised myself, but I guess its just a game you play. To you my heart is a mere toy, its worth to me I can't say, you take this love thing like a little boy, but I guess its just a game you play. I cry myself to sleep, but what do you care anyway? I would give my life for you, but I guess its just a game you play. |
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Joel the wolf Senior Member
since 2000-04-06
Posts 1333Angels Camp |
Yes kid most (hum) men do take it like little boys, until they grow up and discover just what they have to loose, a true love is already lost. My heart out to you kid. I'll howl out tonight for childish boys so they might feel the despair within. Joel. I howl a mournful song, that echos within my chambered heart, for all to read? nay for all to feel. |
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amazon_lover Member
since 2000-04-09
Posts 491Dublin,Ireland |
Hi I've felt and feeling it. I wish I could control it before it wreaks havoc into major pert of my life. It sucks and I've never had a feeling of hatred like this before. I begin to regret evreything I spoke with you,my confessions etc. She sucked big time. Sincerely A_L |
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kynder Senior Member
since 2000-04-11
Posts 537Tallahassee, Florida |
you echo my thoughts. i let myself think it is just them, there are good out here somewhere. but search on is the game i play... can you relate?? kynder The years teach much which the days never know. Ralph Waldo Emerson |
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Lonely Shadow Member
since 2000-03-14
Posts 128Virginia |
this is a very sad poem. It is sad to know that some men take love for granted when some would do almost everything to feel it for only a little while... there is someone out there who will hold your heart sacred and never take it for granted... you just gotta keep searching... To find love is to know true happiness... to hold the one you love is to hold everything... to look into their eyes is to see a glimpse of heaven... but to lose that love is to lose everything |
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fractal007 Senior Member
since 2000-06-01
Posts 1958 |
I'm with Joel on this. I liked your repetition here, of "but I guess its just a game you play." Helps emphasize what this person is like... We are the hollow men We are the stuffed men Leaning together Headpiece filled with straw. Alas! Our dried voices, when We whisper together Are quiet and meaningless As wind in dry grass Or rats' feet over broken glass In our dry cellar Shape without form, shade without color, Paralyzed force, gesture without motion; --T.S. Eliot |
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