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World War Me.
Contributed by
amber_vonHorror
on
Wednesday, 16th April 2008 @ 08:39:16 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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my throat, it kind of aches
i guess its kind of irritated by my fist
being shoved down
to eradicate
the calories i just drowned
the mirrors i cant bear to stare
so there taped up ebony
just so i cant see
the travesty that is my body
the tiny indent of a collarbone
sitting all alone
nobody knows but me.
and you would never believe.
i only make myself empty promises
feel my stomach burn
and im tired.
really tired.
but thats the price i'll pay
for ever letting myself
Become this way.
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amber_vonHorror
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2008-04-16 20:39:16] (Date/Time posted on
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