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Ruin
Contributed by
Forever_Now
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Monday, 31st October 2005 @ 04:59:53 AM in AEST
Topic:
anguished
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Oh god (i know there's no such thing)
I pick up things
Perhaps now nothing more than ruin.
The scent of you to them still clings.
I gave you all of me yet still I was wrong
All my heart did was to sing your song
But the bitterness and pain it stings
my eyes.
That once held you, not now
All they see is hidden by a blanket of tears.
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Forever_Now
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2005-10-31 04:59:53] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Ruin
(User Rating: 1 ) by enigma on
Monday, 31st October 2005 @ 05:50:15 AM AEST (User
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...oh, the ache...the ache can be expressed an infinite number of ways...an infinite number of ways to arrange the alphabet in just such a way as to contain the pain...
I can feel it...
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Re: Ruin
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Monday, 31st October 2005 @ 08:01:47 AM AEST (User
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A good write. Makes the reader feel. |
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