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I will never live up to my life. Never be the person i was supposed to be in life. Always one step behind everybody else. Life is my impossible goal. People tell me what is the point for you to reach for that goal....? Hatred put into their worlds like knives into my skin. I put my life in their hands hopin for the best but getting the worst. My heart.....My heart is nothing but a raisin. All the life, love and memories sucked out. Blood runs out my veins onto the floor creating pools in which the devil dances on....Life is a road that i can’t walk cause all the lies broke me. Monsters crawl under my skin like snakes in the grass...My haunted memories keep me up night after night. I wish that everything would go black and start over again like a movie...As my life goes on the barrier between sane and crazy slowly starts to rip. My life slowly ends and with it brings darkness….A dairy containing the remints of my life is thrown to the side like trash only to sit there and collect dust…My grave stone is black with weeds and vines growing on it….soon everybody will forget about me and my name. what I meant to them and why I faded away…
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Why thank you. I only hope it doesn't doesn't disapoint you. It's not anything like yours. I don't think any of mine are. There perhaps a grate deel more tipical. Anyway, hear is one of them. Hope you like it.
I read a beautiful masterpeace, By somone I don't admire. Thinking it over in sulky silence, It's perfection tasted the dryer. If my feelings weren't so cold, It would have warmed me through. If asked this once was I predjudice, I'd diny it for it's true. I refuse to let my thoughts, Apon this matter dwell. For I hate that deep at heart, I grudgingly wish the author well.
i wold love the pleaure to read one of ur peoms lol i got and idea listening to a song called she owns the nite by far east movement lol
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