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Invisible Scars
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Invisible Scars |
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A Beautiful Disaster Member
since 2007-01-13
Posts 409 |
The poison of spring has dissolved in my veins; A second is worth both my future and past. The more I denied my becoming insane, The sooner insanity touched me at last. The silence we hear is the laugh of my fate, The soundless laugh at the one I forgot - The yesterday's me - and the force to create The life I portrayed. But it's less than I've got. I love the invisible scars of my skin - The blades of your hands are so tempting, indeed. These words I give birth to just come from within, Revealing the truth till the scars start to bleed. These words cost two hours less than a night - Mixed feelings are harder to rhyme than small talk. Two hours more, and the things will go right As long as I fail my deceiving the clock. |
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ESHA SEN GUPTA Member
since 2009-09-01
Posts 108Maharashtra,India |
Hallo Dear, May I be impertinent and ask you to spit out every sorrow you have faced,just let them go and I will pray that you find peace within you. God bless you. Love Esha |
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GBride Senior Member
since 2009-07-02
Posts 538 |
Well, most people are insane it just doesn't interfer with anyone else's insanity so the police don't arrest you. A very sophisticated write |
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