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Contributed by
BRIDGI
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Tuesday, 11th March 2008 @ 12:43:09 AM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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All this pain and missery,
Its locked away deep inside of me,
Nobody can ever know about
All the fear and suffering
Of being who I am
And showing the real me
I can only express my feelings
On my paper...
I know itll never hurt me
Or make me cry.
So Ill continue to write in this notebook....
As I slowly die...
Copyright ©
BRIDGI
... [
2008-03-11 00:43:09]
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by althea_kendry on
Tuesday, 11th March 2008 @ 06:22:08 AM AEST
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omg! tht is so sad!!!
am happy tht u have an outlet tho cuz tht means it isnt gettin all bottled up inside which is definently a gd thng :)
keep hangin in there n soon it will get better .. or easier .. or both :) |
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Re: No Title
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by FRANCO on
Tuesday, 11th March 2008 @ 12:40:33 PM AEST
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As our friend said it's indeed a sad note, though short it has this hard hitting words to give this poem the weight.
a touching write.
Regards,
FRANCO. |
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