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the stain
Contributed by
spider
on
Tuesday, 9th March 2004 @ 06:09:15 PM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
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As I sit here,
Blood pouring from my wrists.
I know that no one ever will love me.
The blood like me,
Is every where,
It’s a stain on my clothes,
On my skin,
In a puddle on the carpet.
Trodden on so many times.
And like me,
Though no-one has noticed it,
It still looks wrong,
Displaced, an unfortunate accident.
Soon enough it will be washed away,
No-one will remember it was there.
Just a stain
Copyright ©
spider
... [
2004-03-09 18:09:15]
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Re: the stain
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by Remy on
Tuesday, 9th March 2004 @ 06:17:04 PM AEST
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erg, so many misconceptions when on the verge of a suicide... good write! ;0)
~Remy~ |
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Re: the stain
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by Saitou-sama on
Thursday, 11th March 2004 @ 02:49:40 PM AEST
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| This is a great poem. It really captures you at the beginning. Good job. |
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