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the like
Contributed by
Tiffyo4
on
Wednesday, 19th April 2006 @ 07:40:38 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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as i lay here trying to breath my last air
i remeber my last thoughts and dreams i have to bare
trying not to go crazy i dream crazy little things
remebering my thoughts of you and who is really to blame
my mind is spining in circles not knowing what to do
so i take a sleeping pill and a drink or two
falling a sleep and hitting the floor
my mind starts racing and i want to drink more
praying to the heavens to let me die
i hear a voice and i start to cry
it's you i start to yell but it's to late
i'm dead. dead as a doornail.
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Tiffyo4
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2006-04-19 19:40:38] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: the like
(User Rating: 1 ) by twick on
Wednesday, 19th April 2006 @ 09:07:32 PM AEST (User
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I know this is supposed to be dark poetry but the last line made me laugh. It's just so comical. |
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