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The End |
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tatalinia Member
since 2005-12-17
Posts 137CA, US 
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I cannot begin to deal with it face it with you going in and out ruining the best thing because of what i have caused i shooed you away in return i leave with nothing else to say my fear is what you turn on against me in the end leaving me alone an broken with no remorse because of the pain i caused you in silence you kill me whole i see it all now coming to a close the end of our time an what can i say i braught it on myself when i told you such things that in your mind you had not thought but i see it now its happening right in front of me freedom is what you love freedom to look an explore tonight i open up and hand you that no longer can i be what you need i know because you prove these things i dissapoint you endlessly the excitment that i braught is dying away an no longer can i entertain your ways its not good enough for you so today i die away escape the pain that is to for sure come a broken heart an bruised egos i hate the end but it only starts in the beginning I do not need shine or wealth, just a pen and some paper for my health |
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Goldenrose Member Elite
since 2003-05-30
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A poem that lays your heart bare..you write your feelings well... If i may ask the word ''an'' should it perhaps be ''and''...i am not sure if you are trying to include local dialect?.. Thank you for the words... Goldenrose. ''As the deer pants for steams of water, so my soul pants for you O God'' |
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