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A note.
Contributed by
Silentpwn
on
Wednesday, 22nd September 2004 @ 07:56:20 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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To Whom it may concern:
My finish feels near, but my thoughts seem far.
I cannot escape these feelings that overpower me.
I cannot function without all my strength.
I cannot win for I was born to lose this battle, fought hand to hand.
I wish to lay down my bible and die, ashamed.
I don't want to play any part in this reality any longer.
Come, take me away...
Lead my arm and guide my face.
Show me how to survive.
Tell me what I know is right.
Copyright ©
Silentpwn
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2004-09-22 19:56:20] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: A note.
(User Rating: 1 ) by Essentially9 on
Wednesday, 22nd September 2004 @ 08:13:51 PM AEST (User
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interesting. a lot said in this. you are the only one that has the power to win or lose, you werent born to battle, you were just born to live. |
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