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The Lost |
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LadyPeach1 Member
since 2001-06-04
Posts 282 |
People wondering when will it end? Pacing back and forth, Wondering why God put them on earth, Screaming inside because of there hatred they have for the world, They despise all who are around, Taking drugs, prostituting there bodies, Killing themselves slowly, Never had someone to love them, Never had someone to care, Now they live out in an alley somewhere, Never had love with someone to share, Listening and seeing the worlds cries, Hearing the sounds of death, Seeing the sight of death, Smelling the stench of death, Playing everyday by ear, Hoping one day there lost souls will be found... [This message has been edited by LadyPeach1 (edited 06-15-2001).] |
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FoxXena Member
since 2001-06-13
Posts 141where dragons play, children run free and foxes are never hunted |
What a poem. I ask myself the same questions sometimes...and often ponder the whys, and such. Would you be known by everybody? Then you know nobody. |
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Shadowdean Junior Member
since 2001-06-11
Posts 11Silver Spring, MD |
Wow..this really tells of mid teenage angst and fear.....or at least that is what I saw in it..well done. "Victory can be anticipated, but not assured" |
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Fading Away
since 2001-03-14
Posts 3131Lynchburg, Virginia |
Familiar questions... unknown answers... when you find them, let me know. Nice work. --Marie You can’t expect the roses to grow without the weeds. |
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anonymous albert ?
since 2001-03-23
Posts 2979 |
i loved the last lines...and throughout somethings i can relate...as i myslef is a "lost soul"...bye  [This message has been edited by anonymous albert ? (edited 06-28-2001).] |
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