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Her Reality
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Her Reality |
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Def-init Member
since 2008-12-03
Posts 186Toronto, Canada |
Pitch black, candle wax black widow, anthrax. Relax woman, climax Learn syntax, learn to impact. In fact, learn to attack! As her world burns Her internal carnage is real! The path to greatness, her product of misconception. Cherish the moment, cause she can’t raise the bar. Longing for the warm breeze. Her absolute power, contained in whisky. The oxygen used in her breath is wasted. Better use for it with the next generation. Raised as a spiteful child. Hate, her obsession is vile. She hates the world, cause she doesn’t understand it! She thinks highly of herself cause no one else will! She longs for the family she never had Longs for emotion, she's so sad. She asks for help. No one sees her Her depression is deep, it whispers in the dark. - If I cant bend Heaven, I shall move Hell - |
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prize Member
since 2008-11-21
Posts 116 |
This poem sounds like me, except for the fact I hate myself... But as always you style and rhyming techniques are always incredible---TY |
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