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bad habbit
Contributed by
Honesty_strikes_my_pen
on
Saturday, 8th July 2006 @ 12:45:43 AM in AEST
Topic:
self-harmpoetry
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Trying hard,
to hold it all in.
I'm sorry,
I know it's a sin.
Cut deep,
till blood shows.
Left scars,
everyone knows.
Long sleeves,
pain in the ***.
Whispers begin,
you enter the class.
Back home,
lock my door.
Blood stains,
on my floor.
Interuptions,
break the skin.
This time,
the habbit wins.
Hide it,
the fear shows.
Always afraid,
somebody knows.
Keep Quiet,
rumors all around.
With pain,
happiness is found.
Only pain,
I can control.
Bad habbits...
took it's toll.
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2006-07-08 00:45:43]
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Re: bad habbit
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by MystycLore on
Saturday, 8th July 2006 @ 01:05:56 AM AEST
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| A stage that I have graced...with the power of a pen, bleed into the paper... |
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Re: bad habbit
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by girish on
Saturday, 8th July 2006 @ 01:38:27 AM AEST
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friend habits are part of life. but amenable. read my poem "You are the way you look" t will reshape your habits.
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Re: bad habbit
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by jtkzlimz on
Wednesday, 12th July 2006 @ 01:06:00 AM AEST
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| Good write I can picture everything when I read it. I feel for you I was at that stage but it helps to talk or write about it 'cause in a way your talking through your poetry. |
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