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SpitFire
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since 2000-04-19
Posts 2396


0 posted 2000-04-24 07:29 PM


~Oh my god,..I'm going to throw up
why has this happened again why do I give so much of myself
when all I get is sick torture laughing in return
I'm sick from it all,  I ache more than you'll know,...why do I do that
why do I give to horrible creatures...how do I find them..and them me
sick torture laughing
sick torture laughing
in my face
lips against my cheek
hot breath down my neck
laughing
while I cry
while I throw up
throw up all you did
I can't believe this
can't believe that I let you make me feel this way
you are sick torture
you are sick
you have made me sick in the end
sick of giving myself
sick of receiving from the devil
sick of trying so damn hard...you know what?....
I'm just plain sick.


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Joel the wolf
Senior Member
since 2000-04-06
Posts 1333
Angels Camp
1 posted 2000-04-24 07:57 PM


With a heart that's able to give like this, NO your are not sick, you are more in touch with yourself than most,  you live in a world that is sick at best at times, there is some good here, but you must find it, and in the knowing that it is there you will.
Just don't loose sight of yourself, and the light within.
you can E me any time. I'm an open book to the world. joel@goldrush.com http://www.goldrush.com/~joel
This is my home page you can see who I am.
Joel.< !signature-->

 I howl a mornful song, that echos within my chambered heart, for all to read? nay for all to feel.

[This message has been edited by Joel the wolf (edited 04-24-2000).]

xEmperorEmber
Member
since 2000-03-28
Posts 136
tx
2 posted 2000-04-25 04:52 AM


I like it,

I know where you are coming from, its fine to cut around pretty words and just "throw it up".  It hurts to have a heart.

Your friend,

Ember

AVANTI
Senior Member
since 2000-02-02
Posts 664
INDIA/MAHARASHTRA/PUNE
3 posted 2000-04-26 02:06 AM


take care...
this is written with a lot of feeling i can tell


 If all was light...then I would have never learnt the dark...from which such truth evolves
from which evolves the light...
Avanti Rao

Walter Poe
Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 787

4 posted 2000-04-26 08:46 AM


SICK who isnt this is our world we must change our perceptions of it to improve it if we see this world as something solid and unchangeable we are doomed to be restrained by it and so be sickened by its changelessnes but see it as merely another prison to escape allow yourself freedom of expression and thought all prisons are self imposed.  We are minds trapped inside primitive cages our bodies our planet all exist to allow our mind freedom to expand do not see them as prisons.

  Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.

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