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Tangles Inside
Contributed by
Linai
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Thursday, 1st December 2005 @ 07:40:49 PM in AEST
Topic:
toughstuff
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He sits there,
As if in pain.
Afraid to move,
Afraid of the hate.
I try so hard,
To reach out my hand,
And help this pierced soul.
But all is in vain.
The truth of his heart,
Is nothing but mind.
Nothing but his own,
Tangles inside.
Copyright ©
Linai
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2005-12-01 19:40:49]
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Re: Tangles Inside
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by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 22nd November 2006 @ 12:37:22 AM AEST
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| this is a great poem. Keep up the good work! |
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Re: Tangles Inside
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by Lips on
Thursday, 23rd November 2006 @ 02:07:01 PM AEST
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"The truth of his heart,
Is nothing but mind.
Nothing but his own,
Tangles inside."
I really like the nothing but his own .. so true each pain we suffer we suffer it alone and it is urs alone to own.
Well done |
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