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Untitled
Contributed by
jazzygirl8
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Sunday, 1st April 2007 @ 06:01:09 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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It wasn't always like this, she said to herself.
There was a time when it was easier, when I didnt have to take a pill to get through the day.
A time when I didnt have to throw up to feel pretty,
I remember a time when I didnt have to cut myself to numb the pain,
the pain of living,
of breathing,
of being.
Never did I have to spread my legs to feel wanted.
I still dream of a time,
a time when I dreamt.
I long to go back to that place where pain was unbearable,
not expected.
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2007-04-01 18:01:09]
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Re: Untitled
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by runawaynameless on
Tuesday, 3rd April 2007 @ 01:21:45 PM AEST
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| I will say the only thing that comes to mind. I sympathize... |
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Re: Untitled
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by Drapes on
Saturday, 7th April 2007 @ 06:57:11 AM AEST
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Aww.. definitely emotional & touching.. It's hard to think of what we've become. Half of it is just growing up though. But, I know.. how you feel. Sigh..
Best wishes & very nice write - Drapes |
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