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That Happy Girl....
Contributed by
xforever_faking_a_smile3x
on
Wednesday, 8th November 2006 @ 04:23:36 PM in AEST
Topic:
self-harmpoetry
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i'm stuck inside this nightmare
this never ending pain
a constant daily beating
thats driving me insane
this constant state of hell
with no escape in sight
running from myself,
and crying every night
wishing for my death
hating this damn life
wanting everything to end
while holding the bloody knife
why cant i be normal?
smile an luagh like all of you
..i'll never be that happy girl
no matter how much i may want to.....
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2006-11-08 16:23:36]
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Re: That Happy Girl....
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by MisfitMe on
Wednesday, 8th November 2006 @ 05:26:16 PM AEST
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The thought of what you've written makes me sad, but the fact that you're able to write it gives me hope.
BigLoveMuchPeace,
MisfitMe
p.s. Although secondary in consideration...I thought it flowed very well. |
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Re: That Happy Girl....
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by brittaney on
Wednesday, 8th November 2006 @ 07:43:27 PM AEST
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i think "those happy girls" deep down are just like you deep down. Everybody has some kind of problems to deal with, some larger than others, but some people are better at hiding it than other people. Hope that makes sense
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Re: That Happy Girl....
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by ashleigh on
Tuesday, 6th March 2007 @ 06:17:01 PM AEST
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How do you define "normal"? How do you measure insanity? These are things that don't make sense to me, things that our society puts forth and actually places a line in front of us, and depending on how close that line is to us, or if it is behind us, we are classified as crazy. Something is wrong with that... severely. I liked your poem, though!
Ash |
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