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The dead by simmy
Contributed by
simmy
on
Monday, 21st March 2005 @ 01:59:34 AM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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Feeling all this pain,
is easier when said.
Crying and crying is always the same,
oh how i wish i was dead.
Crying all the time,
it puts me to bed.
I wake up from these dreams,
and i find an ache in my head.
Memory visits,
as i remember what you've said.
I try not to remember,
so i think of the dead.
Fell asleep and dreamt,
dreamt of the banging of my head.
Woke up to the sweat,
as i smelled the dead.
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simmy
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2005-03-21 01:59:34] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: The dead by simmy
(User Rating: 1 ) by deathdrop on
Monday, 21st March 2005 @ 05:40:09 AM AEST (User
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this is how i used to feel and what i used to see.
you're certainly not alone, but you sure do need some help if things don't get better.
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