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hurtabit
post Mar 15 2006, 08:03 PM
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Tears show the pain I feel about the death I died in the depths of hell. The fire burns my eyes, these tears don’t seem real to me, help me! I need this God above us to save my yearning soul. Glory bitterly flattered the December rain. As if it were tears from my God. Tears shall show tragedies. Played out in the back of my mind, like a movie screen, repeating my mistakes like scraps at the heart of it all. Show me not my pain or my tears, for these tragedies are my flaw and I break like glass shattering on the ground of life. Let me not know what I’ve done to you but help me save myself. Yet the tears of tragedies, love, lust, and pain defeat me. I’ve fallen so low and still the only way I know is down. Where absence of your present has banishes me to. I fall down through the eye of a needle, I’ve become so small in your eyes. All this time, my God, I thought you loved me, what of that?
 
 
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xxxSiERRAxxx
post Mar 15 2006, 11:43 PM
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Well...

I couldn't really get a picture. The picture in my mind was complete blackness with white captions...

Okay, I just read it again...I guess the first time I was a little absent minded...*shame on sierra*

One word:

Beautiful
 
hurtabit
post Mar 16 2006, 12:06 AM
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thank you i really wrote that in english class! we had an assignment to take stories from shakespear and pick fifty word out of them make a poem and then choose two lines out of them! i loved it! and this was my final poem! but anywho thank you
 

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