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Unreal
Contributed by
pureheart07
on
Saturday, 18th March 2006 @ 01:05:12 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Tore deafted left with out a wrod.
Suffering broken & crushed.
Left smelling your smell.
Tasting your life.
Empty hopeless crying.
Griving wishing & hopeing
that it wasn't ture.
Anger rises in the pit of my heart
at you.
Hearing the whisper of your breath.
Dreaming of time spent spent togathere.
Furrsy with you I break your things.
Trow them out side & break down & cry.
Re-living the last day hour minute & secound.
What about our plans?
Our life?
How many more tears can I cry?
How much more can you hrut me?
All I can ask mysefl is why did you get onto
that bus after I begged you to stay.
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2006-03-18 01:05:12] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Unreal
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Saturday, 18th March 2006 @ 03:59:31 PM AEST (User
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Really really emotional.
I like the feeling of it. |
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