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Why

Contributed by bitson_2005 on Saturday, 10th April 2004 @ 08:58:52 AM in AEST
Topic: Grief



Why does it seem like I can't do anything right, even while I lay in bed at night.
The choices I make don't seem to please, it feels like I'm just a great big disease.
Why must the people approve of me, they're all like a bunch of pesky bees.
So laugh at me, and laugh at me hard, your incompetence shows with all the harsh blow.
But something I know that people don't know is I've made a choice I'm proud to show.
Many people say that there is no way to find a love as white as a dove.
My finger goes flying in every way as i grin, and laugh, and walk away.
My heart is won by the one to whom I can spew I love you.
But now and then when I am down, I remember the qustion well known all'round.
Why does it seem like I can't do anything right, even while I lay in bed at night.




Copyright © bitson_2005 ... [ 2004-04-10 08:58:52]
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Re: Why (User Rating: 1 )
by Avarice_Riot on Saturday, 10th April 2004 @ 09:21:55 AM AEST
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Very expressive write, I admire the way you were able to pour out your feelings so frankly on paper. I ask myself these same questions all the time. Seems I'll never get the answers.


Re: Why (User Rating: 1 )
by Jackee_line on Saturday, 10th April 2004 @ 09:56:02 AM AEST
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Well descripted write.I too have asked the same question.
Well done


Re: Why (User Rating: 1 )
by LiquidChaos on Saturday, 10th April 2004 @ 11:23:26 AM AEST
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ahh...those pesky questions that keep me awake at night...great write...i love how you were able to get it out in such a real manner. "they're all like a bunch of pesky bees." i love this. usually when i write stuff like this it's all disguised and metaphorical...similies make it easier to understand. keep writing!

addie




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