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chinadude89 Junior Member
since 2004-02-03
Posts 31Texas |
Me I'm just so tired of my darkened heart. I'm just so tired of facing fear. I wish I could rid all of these marks, Because the end of life feels very near. In the end I want to be, A recluse with all of his dreams. A weakling that doesn't flee, And a sinless human being. I'm so tired of telling lies. I'm so tired of feeling guilt. I can't sleep without lullabies, And I get out of bed just for milk. Now this raptured life of mine is dead. I'm able to live a life that's free. My life has been repaired without healing lead. And I finally get to call myself, "Me". Mom won't let me make choices for life. Dad won't even let me find a girl. Give me the future-bloodshot knife. I feel defeated by a dozen swirls. I wish I could take these remarks of burning fire, Supported by the devil himself. I always called my parents lier's. They say they give me wealth. They say they give me a chance. To choose what paths I want to take. Oh just give me the lance! I'm no longer the victim of thrash. I no longer feel my parents are rash. Hence thy life is no longer in plea. Now thou shall call thee..."Me". |
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Grover Senior Member
since 2004-01-27
Posts 1967London, ON, Canada |
Growing/parental pains aren't funny. Thanks for sharing. Grover. |
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Juju Member Elite
since 2003-12-29
Posts 3429In your dreams |
Parents are not always fun. they confuse me. Me and my teenage brain. uhgggg. -Juju |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
chinadude89, Interesting write, enjoyed the read. |
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