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Untitled
Contributed by
kbrooks92
on
Friday, 21st October 2011 @ 02:12:06 AM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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For you I fiend
Addiction; spurring out of my insides
Wanting your flesh, your breath, your mind.
And yet nothing is received
Only given and sucked dry.
Vacuous, empty.
Conscious killing of my soul
Yet no emotion, no feeling, no idea of your crime.
Continuous bullets blow holes upon my chest
And yet I stay.
Attached to your image.
Slowly rotting, useless decay.
Copyright ©
kbrooks92
... [
2011-10-21 02:12:06] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Untitled
(User Rating: 1 ) by Robert_Edgar_Burns on
Friday, 21st October 2011 @ 07:50:03 AM AEST (User
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Get out of that place fast and never
look back. Happiness is a choice and
you're state of mind won't allow you
to choose it if you stay in an abusive
situation. Great poem Ms Brooks.
Blessings,
Robert Edgar Burns
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