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loyd168282 Junior Member
since 1999-09-10
Posts 12lou,ky jefferson |
awake at 3:am seems to be loss of words. the warm darkness cradles me as if i've never been held. tears flow from my eyes to escape the daughter i never had. infamous pretenders refuse to lose. to only bleed empty to affection life has become lifeless, laughter is all so cheap. my stomach hurts again, clean me up before i frown. my hands are blue from the air you take away. hearts so often weaken. insisting on others complaints. married not for too long. busting the canal for its soul reflection, im a waste of space we're all so dirty. until the dying day, we're all left as many shadows casting out to beam. [This message has been edited by loyd168282 (edited 09-14-99).] |
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roxane Senior Member
since 1999-09-02
Posts 505us |
this is soooooo good |
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Littlewings Member
since 1999-09-19
Posts 62 |
this is so very good and it feels good to know that people so in touch with things still walk this lonely earth. |
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