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vanity

Contributed by Hannah_Heaven on Thursday, 22nd July 2004 @ 05:27:34 PM in AEST
Topic: StoryPoetry



if you love me or hate me i dont give a damn
thats how i use to think
i had more friends then
more people laughing
enjoying my time
they said it was special
but all of a sudden
they hated me
i use to put myself down
just to hear them say
'oh my god your not ugly your pretty'
i didnt realise i was doing it
'till i had a wake up call
men
they fancied me i knew it
but i some how drove them of the edge
they got frustrated with me
and annoyed that i didnt like them back
i hated them liking me
i wasnt use to it
it was almost enough to drive me close to the edge
but i thought
whats the point
and my mind was damned
with thoughts and vanity
and i lost the real ME in the space of a breathe
as in went inside of me
the warmth filled me
and as it left i froze
forever in my own story
of vanity...




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Re: vanity (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 22nd July 2004 @ 05:46:06 PM AEST
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Vanity crushes the real beauty of a person. I am sorry you had to learn a hard lesson but better now than after it had crushed the life out of you. Nice write.

Rita


Re: vanity (User Rating: 1 )
by kammie on Friday, 23rd July 2004 @ 01:34:05 PM AEST
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its a beautiful poem hannah
kammie xx


Re: vanity (User Rating: 1 )
by apollo on Monday, 2nd August 2004 @ 01:44:40 PM AEST
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hannah this is captivating. your words are a story to tell. my first impressions of your writing was emaculance because of the fact that you use real life situations in your poetry. i can visualize all the heartbreak, all the attempted suicide. everything. this is precious.

brandon




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