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 Mar 25 2006, 01:58 AM
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crumpled up old piece of paper scribble on me  Group: Member Posts: 49 Joined: Mar 2006 Member No: 386,366  |
as i walk in this pre-formed line
i hear the screams inside as if to say leave this place you'll never be that good i try to ignore them they get louder i freeze and loose my place in line they see these scars i try to hide abd laugh as if they have never done i hide the pain but it still lives on they scream at me with such hatred i feel my face get red with anger i scream out as if some one will care they all just ignore me like nothing happened i beg for help but no one listens i slice and slice till the pain is released i get back in line in a place where i dont belong im pushed and shoved until i fall the ground is cold and wet its crippling to the touch i can no longer move they pick up my body and carry it to a small watering hole they toss me in as if to disposs of me i jerk up and gasp for air i fall back in and fall to the bottem im time has come i think just as a hand reachs in to help me i grab ahold as a slowly drift upward i see this face like an angel as time goes on i become more and more like them i form to there ways with out one thought i was never them and will never be them so i again i go back to old habbits and again i am forsaken |
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Mar 26 2006, 10:26 PM
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 no news is good news... Group: Member Posts: 123 Joined: Sep 2005 Member No: 232,063 |
It's good.
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scratchthisdown forsaken Mar 25 2006, 01:58 AM
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