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The Passing Through the Clouds
Contributed by
cherryamber
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Thursday, 9th May 2013 @ 07:49:49 AM in AEST
Topic:
selfstruggles
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I [sometimes] lye alone, turn off my houselights,
Raise my glass, and hold a butcher knife
Instead of a hand.
It's winter. And the voices won't go away.
Sometimes I wish the cold
Would could freeze them in my membranes
before they spilled through the space
When I was sad. And nobody cared to know it.
You sent me black roses
.."why don't you look in the mirror.
and hate what you see.
Well thats what its like to be inside me"
How can I leave
When my way home is through you?
So, for my birthday. Please give me the stars
So I can finally shine like you.
I don't want to die! I swear
I just want it to be over soon
Copyright ©
cherryamber
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2013-05-09 07:49:49]
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Re: The Passing Through the Clouds
(User Rating: 1 )
by thezenmonkey on
Thursday, 9th May 2013 @ 04:29:58 PM AEST
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Emotion that's simple and raw in it's form.
I know what it's like to cut yourself but the same release can be gotten by other means, writing poetry is one of em.
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Re: The Passing Through the Clouds
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by Puppy_dog_eyes on
Friday, 17th May 2013 @ 06:52:18 PM AEST
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I think you have too much talent to fade away from our band of writers here.
Life is tough sometimes, that's for sure, but every tunnel has some light at the end of it, I hope you find yours.
Steve |
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