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Xonicx Junior Member
since 2004-01-14
Posts 20Vancouver, WA |
Running as fast as I can But I can still see that stupid man He’s right behind me and I hate it I can’t stand him one little bit I think he will never go away Every single frickin’ day I will one day maybe get a knife And swing quick enough to take his life I don’t understand why He is always beginning to cry Yet not fully crying It’s almost like I am dying I don’t know why, why I chose the path In which it comes back, and I feel my own wrath But that little (edited by Moderator) never stops following me I want to be gone and set free Free from the hate and the pain That guy puts on my heart and drains Running so fast Away from my past I collapse And with one last I look up and see that man was me Nothing but a reflection, can’t you see? I ran from myself because I did not want to see The reality that was to be. [This message has been edited by Masked Intruder (01-14-2004 05:46 PM).] |
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ThUnDeRkYsS Senior Member
since 1999-09-23
Posts 727Wisconsin |
Very powerful piece here, like it much. Some very deep inner expression here, good work. Strive for higher levels, if they seem out of reach... Grow, and they will get closer. |
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