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The levels of care
Contributed by
razorbladerose
on
Tuesday, 29th April 2003 @ 11:25:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
AngryPoetry
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There is no beginning to which has no end
Only to state that you are no better than dirt on my new Sunday shoes
I just shake it off and carelessly step on it all over again
Till all is left to nothing but meaningless particles of dust
This game you have been playing for so long
Of which seems to consist in who should be the saddest
Is only but a game you play alone
For I could not care less if you're ***** miserable
No one cares about the weather so don't even go there
Does it strain your entire pea size brain to write between the lines?
Don't you see it just ends in tears?
It has for what now seems like thousands of years
Careful with that knife you been carrying for so long
You might wind up slaying your own throat
Oh my! What a shame it would be
You really should just get it done and over with
Copyright © Jeannie T 2003
Copyright ©
razorbladerose
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2003-04-29 23:25:00] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: The levels of care
(User Rating: 1 ) by WordPoet on
Thursday, 1st May 2003 @ 02:11:14 PM AEST (User
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This poem is cold and filled with pain. Strong in emotion and written honestly from within.
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