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[aid] => Mick
[title] => I lost my life (Pt. 1) (Nothing is left)
[time] => 2003-01-02 12:40:00
[hometext] => This was about 2 months ago when i wrote this, it was about some really tough things, a lot of things are figures of speech, yeah im still living....
[bodytext] => I lost my life (Pt. 1) (Nothing is left)
By:Nicholas Ingram Life was a vaulable thing, You killed me, All the things you done and said, and you wonder why in the hell I'm dead, I guess i lived part of my life, There is nothing left but to throw the rest away, It was just the 2 of us, But *****, now its nothing left but a bunch of black dust. I stumble around, feeling like ***** again, knowing that your moving tears me apart, Within and then, My senses are distorted, and your face is unclear, It turns red, I am sick to my stomach, I keep crying, I find my self back at home, In the shower, Puking my guts out, I cant even see, its all black, am i dying?, You held me closer telling me not to cry, But i still feel like i want to die, Far, far, away, we might meet again, to SICK to care, Forcefully, i try to open my eyes, But i suddenly realize, I'm dead. There is nothing left. Life was a vauable thing, you took my life, all the things you done and said, and you wonder why i look at your face, and wish i was dead, I guess i live part of my life, but you took the rest away, Raped away, Maybe i could live again, one day?, it was just the two of us, but ***** nothing is left but white dust. I cant stop blaming myself, But you were the one, who took my life, with your hands, your words, what can i do dead, cuz then i really couldnt give a *****, every day of life i was stuck, Crying so sadly, no more worrying nick, but i loved you, by that i could'nt control what i felt, could'nt control what i did or said, Freaking out, ***** up, I KILLED MYSELF. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 187 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Nicholas_Ingram [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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