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LAST BREATH
Contributed by
MILLER_GENUINE_SWINE
on
Sunday, 15th April 2007 @ 08:04:33 AM in AEST
Topic:
goodbyepoetry
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DEADLY THOUGHTS BEHIND MY EYES DRIVEN BY PAIN
A PAIN SO GREAT MY MINDS EYE WILL NEVER BE SAIN
I HUNGER FOR DEATH AS I WALK THREW SATANS FIRE
THE FLAMES SO HOT THEY ZAP AWAY MY DESIRE
THE DESIRE TO LIVE HAS LEFT ME AS MY SOUL IS EMPTY AND WEAK
A HAPPYNESS FOREVER IS ALL I EVER SEEK
NOW HERE AS I LIE AWAITING DEATH
JUST WAITTING
WAITTING
WAITTING TO TAKE JUST ONE LAST BREATH
Copyright ©
MILLER_GENUINE_SWINE
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2007-04-15 08:04:33]
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Re: LAST BREATH
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by brew on
Sunday, 15th April 2007 @ 08:08:31 AM AEST
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Welcome to YPDC......That write has much pain....But sometimes , pain can make one see there is better things, to come. With out hurt or pain, one would be clueless...because they wouldnt know what saddness was or can be. Turn and look the other way, because it will soon become painless.....Great job
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Re: LAST BREATH
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by emystar on
Thursday, 19th April 2007 @ 01:48:28 PM AEST
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Your writing is so moving!
I can remember feeling this way in my past but now I savor each day.
Check out my write, I thinks it's titled, LIVEN HURTS. that is if you have the time.
I finally relized in life that being eternal soul is cool. We never die just get new bodies each time we pass. The soul is eternal. After analizing etc. I realized that no matter how much **** hit me in the face that I can be happy even I'm in hell. Which is the present planet we are on. I believe that we creat our own heaven or hell wherever we are. Once we can see this then God does the rest.
Hang tuf my new friend as joy cometh in the morning.
Big huggs, smile, peace, hope, joy,
emy |
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