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Punishment
Contributed by
drgnreborn
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Saturday, 13th March 2004 @ 12:29:01 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Can you see my soul?
Can you hear its plea?
What I did was foul
And I’m now filthy
I still exist
Though not much remains
The darkness, I resist
And suffer the pains
I suffered through much
Things not of my choosing
I survived the touch
And all the abusing
Though my view it distorted
I can’t be excused
Bad choices I’ve courted
I’m guilty of what I’m accused
I can no longer deny
The deceit and the lies
I’ll just sit and cry
And watch as love dies
I destroyed the trust
And for it, I now yearn
This punishment is just
From it, I must learn
So, I’ll face it sober
I’ll not turn and run
The dream is over
The nightmare’s begun
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drgnreborn
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2004-03-13 12:29:01]
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Re: Punishment
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by Former_Member on
Saturday, 13th March 2004 @ 05:57:25 PM AEST
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Good write, a little dark. I liked the third paragraph.
Sounds like you broght whatever on yourself. Life is a learning experience but I learned that 9 times out of 10, the lie is worse than the deed. Deeds can be forgiven a lot faster than trust can be rebuilt.
Remember, out of the ashes, the phoenix rose. I'm sure you'll rise too. Think of all the things you have to be thankful for is a good start. Good Luck.
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Re: Punishment
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 14th March 2004 @ 09:57:40 AM AEST
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Latest self torture.
How much did you REALLY orgasm with me and did you really NOT orgasm with them. What to believe and what not. It's a waste of energy and will create a stomach ulcer. I'll have to stop this.
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