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[hometext] => Somewhat of an autobiography of my last few years... the maps of places I never want to be again... Feelings I want to put in a box and lock away...
[bodytext] => Two thousand miles away from home and alone The radio blaring, only the interior lights shone In the car, with a lifetime ahead Staring into the black asphalt, confronting the dead. She laughed at herself to pass the time Flooring it, putting miles between herself and the scene of the crime She missed forever and only paused for red Replaying the images of their voices and all they said. Feeling so battered, broken and bruised Out of the car, she walks miles in worn out shoes Left her past where it belonged, she was sure Taking precious time to find what was inside of her. All her life, she played to win Only to end up, smashing her porcelain skin Coming to a crossing and finding his hand He lead her to a different land. She couldnt accept the perfect shades The beauty cut like razorblades So, she washed her face and then the knife She took in a breath and then took her life. He found her laying in a pool of crimson and rose And sat in silence to mourn the loss He faught to save her porcelain, before he cried and cried Her memory lost the day she died. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 192 [topic] => 36 [informant] => xSlashXPrettyXSkinx [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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