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[aid] => mick
[title] => Glass Tears
[time] => 2004-05-04 16:36:36
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[bodytext] => tears falling because of the past, across my face like broken glass i can't let go, i can't go on my passion for life is now gone the warm tears turn to ice my own blood, i sacrafice so cold, i quiver as my eyes freeze a thoughtless gaze takes over me, my desease glass tears cut through my skin i cry with the belief living is my worst sin the color bleeds from me, i live in grey grace leaving with the colors washed away i look in the mirror, an angel in disguise look to the world, the sight breaks my glass eyes shattering tears across my face bleeding as i fade from this place i supress the pain from my darkest days if i'm not at fault then why am i the 1 who pays the guilt of silence burns in my mind praying time would just rewind so i can fix this night, and all the nights i was afraid to turn off the light i dream in vain i dream to escape my pain i talk to myself because there's no one else by my side just my broken heart and the tears that i've cried every night when i go to bed i pretend there is someone there, some one to let me know i'm not dead some one who actually cares but when i wake i'm still alone my voice speaks with a deadened tone the day then ends, the night creeps in my cries of agony again begin when can i sleep atlast? when can i stop bleeding from these tears of glass [comments] => 2 [counter] => 174 [topic] => 39 [informant] => xXbluXstarrXx [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )
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