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Through
Contributed by
poet_of_anger
on
Thursday, 28th October 2004 @ 03:33:02 PM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
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Free your mind
Free your soul
Loose the demons
That have control
You... aren't alone
You... can make it
You... still have hope
You... can make it
You are trapped inside your world
You can not tell
You are being held down
But you can not tell
Looking from where you've come
And all the things you've done
Your past is no excuse
To do what you want to do
All the years you've lived
The good years and the bad
Release all of your fears
Let them take the shape of your tears
Let them flow out
Never to be again
Cry out all your tears
Release them into me
And I will hold your pain
Until my life is done
I will keep your misery
Until the rising of the sun
Free your mind
Free your soul
Loose the demons
That have control
You... aren't alone
You... can make it
You... still have hope
You... can make it...
Through
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Re: Through
(User Rating: 1 ) by eatfresh22 on
Thursday, 28th October 2004 @ 03:49:04 PM AEST (User
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Yes, if only....people would deal with their problems instead of escaping from them. I'm glad to see that you have come to such a wise conclusion.
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Re: Through
(User Rating: 1 ) by pixie on
Thursday, 28th October 2004 @ 03:58:02 PM AEST (User
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it must be hard when someone you know commits suicide and there was nothing you could do to help them , I have been suicidal in the past, I am very glad that I didnt suceed, as I am not letting my problems kill me, to find that inner strength is too hard for some, I am sorry.. a very sad and touching poem
takecare,
pixie xx |
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