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openmind Junior Member
since 2007-11-05
Posts 12 |
I will wither away from publicity and dwell behind closed doors I did not run from this misery that has swelled my whole courpse A fool I have mad myself to believe That this whole time you were laughing at rather than with me I do not know what lies ahead of me, nor do I know where I'am going The road I have traveled has darkened, a path for me not knowing I have stumbled and fallen down along this journey to achieve my goals But what of this passion, can I unleash it? who knows Maybe I'm tired of these same four walls, dying for a change of scenery Home is where the heart is, but what does that mean to me.. |
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Gumpy Member
since 2007-11-06
Posts 143Canada |
I liked this read. I relate. Gumpy How is it that after your heart is ripped out, you feel so much? |
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TomMark Member Elite
since 2007-07-27
Posts 2133LA,CA |
Oh, I read this in one breath. very good. very good. felt the feelings here. Tomtoo |
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