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Untitled 13
Contributed by
Amanda_Interrupted
on
Thursday, 26th January 2006 @ 09:23:50 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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I'm trying to wipe the cold off of my hands
Nothing feels the same anymore
It's going down the wrong way
I thought
Maybe this could work
But I am constantly guarded
Change is only temparary
I think I wanted it for all the wrong reasons
The same reason I want them
Self doubt is what it's all about
Maybe it would all validate my worth
Confusion is becoming habit
And so it goes on
Abandonment is my cause
Fear is my fuel
I'm cruel
And I've done wrong
My fingers feel unfit
I wish I had my bucket
The fragile aches
And it all burns within
Where do I go from here?
Will I become fame to pro?
We are prisoners to our own
We keep the hate alive
He only gives what we don't want
And the things we crave
We aren't worth it
Mere pennies are what we are left with
And becoming penniless
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2006-01-26 21:23:50]
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Re: Untitled 13
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by Former_Member on
Monday, 8th May 2006 @ 08:41:57 PM AEST
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good job, very nicely expressed feelings..
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