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My Soul. |
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click1 Member
since 2003-03-25
Posts 152usa |
Never Ending, Pressure, The Cut is, The Void in My Soul. Why ask Why, Blackness Reigns, Not to Be, Outdone. Pain Pulls, My Soul, to Pieces, Evil Wins Through. Darkness Blinds, Mine Sight, from, The Face of God. Will I Breath Again, More than Likely, To Not Feel if I Do. All is Lost, to Overwhelming, Dispair. my Love, my Life, my All, Gone, but for, My... Memories. X Click |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
ahh Jason, but it is those memories that make up your soul (good and bad) . . . free flowing writing, very nice. |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
Again it seems like all is falling and thats where self-control would do you a big relief. And thats somewhat difficult to come by at times, especially when where you in the past would have said, "No" you actually look for what you would have said no to. Its sometimes hard to start saying no again, but there is a way. hehe. -GIS He has made everything beautiful in its own time. -Ecclesiastes 3:11 |
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