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poem 11
Contributed by
Lady_Ravyn_Bloodstone
on
Thursday, 19th January 2006 @ 12:42:23 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Is there really a point to life?
Because I sure as Hell don't see one.
What's my purpose?
What's the reason I'm here?
There's no purpose or reason why I'm here.
This darkness,
It descends upon me,
Like a dark,
Ominous cloud.
Sending down torrents of rain.
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Lady_Ravyn_Bloodstone
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2006-01-19 12:42:23] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: poem 11
(User Rating: 1 ) by shelby on
Thursday, 19th January 2006 @ 12:43:46 PM AEST (User
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intense raw emotions. I enjoy how you can bring forth so much power in a small amount of words
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Re: poem 11
(User Rating: 1 ) by UKRaVeN on
Thursday, 19th January 2006 @ 01:38:37 PM AEST (User
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short but to the point
i kinda understand how you feel |
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