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Stop it
Contributed by
resurrection
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Tuesday, 21st October 2003 @ 11:39:13 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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I wish there was a way to end all the pain I feel.
It seems as if my heart is newly broken each time it tries to heal.
The waves of pain are endless, and my future's looking black.
I can't take much more pressure, because soon I'm going to crack.
Oh how I wish for numbness, but it seems so far away.
Not that people really care, but no, I'm not okay.
If life is such a precious gift, why does it hurt so bad?
Why does the thought of dying make me feel so glad?
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Re: Stop it
(User Rating: 1 ) by emystar on
Wednesday, 22nd October 2003 @ 12:25:59 AM AEST (User
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Life is hard from time to time and I'm sure most of us have thought about death this way but I realized long ago that I wasn't afraid of death but that life is what scared me.
I really don't know your situation but hang in there, please?
peace, joy, luv, life,
emy |
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Re: Stop it
(User Rating: 1 ) by loopylou on
Wednesday, 22nd October 2003 @ 04:40:02 AM AEST (User
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this poem makes me feel so sad. and i cant help but feel the guilt when i say i love it but i do i love the idea that you can poor out all your feeling into a poem
i hope you feel better now u let it out
lou |
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Re: Stop it
(User Rating: 1 ) by Rain on
Saturday, 25th October 2003 @ 12:15:47 AM AEST (User
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this seems to leave me hanging as if theres more to say but the words wont piece together to form the sentences at hand. it makes me wonder what else there is to say and makes me ponder the words already placed apon the page.
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