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Contributed by
Bryan
on
Monday, 7th November 2005 @ 11:49:51 AM in AEST
Topic:
Suicide
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The crested sweet,
Of lost desire.
She’s lost herself,
She’s lost her fire.
Trough thick and thin,
She fought her way.
Yet one man, one soul,
Sent her astray.
Now on her path,
Into the unknown.
She is but thread,
And becoming unsown.
She looks for her God,
To find the right.
But he isn’t there,
She’s alone in this fight.
She dreams of the day,
Where she fears no more.
Then she takes the knife,
And her body hits the floor.
It’s hard to see,
Someone so naive.
Now He sits and thinks,
Why couldn’t she just believe.
Copyright ©
Bryan
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2005-11-07 11:49:51] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Unknown
(User Rating: 1 ) by shelby on
Wednesday, 9th November 2005 @ 01:56:14 AM AEST (User
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beautifully written on a very sad subject.
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