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my life the contradiction
Contributed by
surge_joebot
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Wednesday, 24th November 2004 @ 10:06:11 PM in AEST
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I'm so up myself and way better than you'll ever be.
I cry at night because everything in my life sucks.
I live inside a dark place called my mind.
Where there are no windows...
Only doors opening up a whole world of dispare.
Coridoors that go nowhere.
Feelings that create thunderstorms...
My mind the overcast palace of doom.
Split down the middle, locked away are the good memories.
In a place where no one can harm them,
A place that the evil in me wont go.
Good memories locked away from myself to preserve them.
Never used, never abused... locked away forever.
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Re: my life the contradiction
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by girish on
Wednesday, 24th November 2004 @ 11:11:05 PM AEST
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Dear Member,
My life was even this kind at an very early age of 12. falling from the 5th floor of my school bldg I had lost almost everything I possessed. BUt I had taken to the reading of scriptures be it from bible / ramayana / mahabaratha etc. Read my poems they will give you the required stamina.
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Re: my life the contradiction
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by EternalNight4x on
Thursday, 25th November 2004 @ 02:06:22 PM AEST
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| very well weitten and well expressed...I feel the same way...well keep posting |
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Re: my life the contradiction
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by fielding88 on
Sunday, 30th January 2005 @ 01:32:03 PM AEST
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| This is such a sad poem. Not being able to trust yourself with happiness, that was powerful. Beautiful stuff, i like ur work keep it up! |
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