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[bodytext] => Lies are what escapes her, tears live on her cheeks. Hope has fluttered from her eyes, and love is what she seeks. But too beautiful for words, and to gullible to stand makes it hard to feel anything firsthand. She falls in love to easily, which is never real. And now she has doubted eveything that she feels. But why feel anything if all you feel is pain. And why accpet the pain when you may just hurt again? Everything is getting harder. It seems she has lost the way. Life is only a burden. It is pointless to hold on another day. Everything happens for a reason. These scars on her wrist are one. And these pathetic love strories have all been said and done. The world is just a haven for these languished eyes, searching for a fragment of hope amid the insipid skies. The evening is a blessing. A somber face is hidden underneath the blanket of night. Making it more easier to omit the accusing light. She is seeking shelter in the darkness now, writing what she feels. Writing about anything. Just trying to forget the ordeal. But she is caught within an instant of torment. Under the blackened heavens, she cries. Sealing in an envelope, a lover's suicide. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 171 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Mekare [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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