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Everyday
Contributed by
Troubadour
on
Thursday, 3rd March 2005 @ 02:39:07 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Everyday, all i am.
Everyday, with no more time to spend.
All of these days.
That pass me by.
Hurtful and sick.
How i wonder why.
These days of my life.
Pass me by.
In such a blur.
Of inconcievable speech.
Oh how i wonder why.
It hurts so much.
To wonder why.
The bloodeless bleeds.
In this broken heart of mine.
I wait.
For the day when i will know.
Why it hurts so bad.
To try to understand.
Why?
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Troubadour
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2005-03-03 14:39:07] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Everyday
(User Rating: 1 ) by high_on_duct_tape on
Thursday, 3rd March 2005 @ 02:55:16 PM AEST (User
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Spectacular! I know exactly how you feel! |
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