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Dirty

Contributed by ml02 on Sunday, 10th November 2002 @ 03:00:00 PM in AEST
Topic: oops



Dirty
From her lies
Can she
Truthfully
Put that gun
In her mouth
And
Such a bloody ending
To it all.

She cries
She lies
Dying
Dead Barbie
Manipulated
And abused
Dirty
From the wear
Of the years
From the deeds
She performed
To succeed
To survive
Only to die
Alone
Bullet
Trough the mouth.

She was always
So pretty
The looker
Not the hooker
But not now
The drugs
Took their toll
Drove her mad
For alittle high
Away
And out of
Reality
She only
Did it to relax
Ease away the stress
Of yesterday
The abuse
That ruined her
Made her
Feel like an object
That wasn't ever
Worth
Much more
Dirty
From Daddy's hands
That made her
Believe she was nothin'.

Dirty skin
So pure
Soaked in blood
From the shot
She cried
But the tears
Were faded streaks
And she lay
All alone
In puddles
Of blood
Dirty
From it all
And never to see another day.




Copyright © ml02 ... [ 2002-11-10 15:00:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: Dirty (User Rating: 1 )
by Corruptor on Sunday, 10th November 2002 @ 05:23:17 PM AEST
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That's great! I love this! it's angry, but the anger is controlled, even though it seems to go overboard with the bullet through the head. Really interesting, to say the least.


Re: Dirty (User Rating: 1 )
by yellow_sundragon on Monday, 16th December 2002 @ 05:52:34 PM AEST
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I like this. I love the way it is presented. The repition of the word dirty is great.

YS




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