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My Heart is a Slave
Contributed by
Belcha
on
Friday, 22nd July 2005 @ 10:09:37 AM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
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Slaves march through the desert with dehydration in mind
Forced to search for anything they can find
Alone that march the fear inside
Temptation to go to run and hide
This cannot happen I wouldn’t survive
For my life isn’t alive
I am a slave to lifes cheap imitations
Heart break, confusion and complications
They all lead to one place alone
To Insanity for this is my new home
Copyright ©
Belcha
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2005-07-22 10:09:37] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: My Heart is a Slave
(User Rating: 1 ) by sride686 on
Sunday, 24th July 2005 @ 08:29:23 AM AEST (User
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A good write that said so much in so few words. Keep up the good writes sometimes I to feel like I’m a slave to life over here in Iraq. Sometimes I feel as if my life is just something I do each day to get by not something I love. Its hard to be away from all you love and want but I know I’m doing it for a reason its just sometimes hard to see. Thank you for your write and sharing your thoughts with us….Steve |
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