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Poem #1
Jan 11, 2013 8:49:21 GMT -5
Post by zahyra94 on Jan 11, 2013 8:49:21 GMT -5
Five Months, we lasted. And without any Physical touch. Five Months, we lasted. “Will we Break up?†I Never thought of that Much. My Mistake.
You were already Far Away, But I Never wanted to Believe it. Now I am Frail. I feel my Life, there is No Reason to Live it. Not Anymore.
Why should I Live in a world where Nothing Lasts? Nothing but the Cuts on my Arms. I thought I was a Coward, but I did it At Last. I watched Myself Bleed.
It was So Good.
I had Finally Realized, None of the Nightmares in My Life Ever Hurt Me the way You Did.
--Zahyra94
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deegee
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Poem #1
Jan 13, 2013 13:59:51 GMT -5
Post by deegee on Jan 13, 2013 13:59:51 GMT -5
There seems to be a flaw in the human soul / that believes the 'letting of blood' is an appeasement to the Spirit for failure. That to sacrifice one's own blood for another is a good thing. It solves nothing. it cures nothing except the awakening to reality of dying.
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