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Dying to Live
Contributed by
mystiquepearl
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Thursday, 1st April 2004 @ 12:41:04 AM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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I am cursed living in dark abyss
Forever I am lost into nothingness
Dwelling in my endless miseries.
I am naked and scarred... All I can feel is the coldness.
My heart bleeds...emptiness in my soul
I'm afraid I'll be lost eternally and not see your face
How could you not do anything?
...Kiss me and let me breath in your warmth
...Give me love to mend my heart...my soul
Save me from this oblivion...for
I'm dying to live
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mystiquepearl
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2004-04-01 00:41:04] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Dying to Live
(User Rating: 1 ) by mystiquepearl on
Thursday, 1st April 2004 @ 12:47:01 AM AEST (User
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this one i like better..im sorry i accidentally clicked the POST MY POEM..when i was editting...so now there's two copies..but i hope you like it..thanks |
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Re: Dying to Live
(User Rating: 1 ) by mystiquepearl on
Thursday, 1st April 2004 @ 12:49:05 AM AEST (User
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this one i like better..im sorry i accidentally clicked the POST MY POEM..when i was editting...so now there's two copies..but i hope you like it..thanks |
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Re: Dying to Live
(User Rating: 1 ) by ginsdance on
Thursday, 1st April 2004 @ 01:43:46 AM AEST (User
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beautiful! I believe that every single one of us does that sometimes in our lives: screams for someone to see us and help us at the top of our lungs... just so that one person will care... in the end though, it is up to us to pick up the pieces of our lives and make them stronger or else we will wake up at our deaths to find that we've never really lived. Great write.
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