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this dark path i have wandered down,
is far from where i want to be.
held under water ready to drown,
how can this be me???

i see the red from my wrist,
with nothing else in my mind.
there is fog and there is mist,
among the things i've left behind.

the pain and suffering i've felt,
can compare to nothing at all.
all these things will make me melt,
or stand at the edge and fall.

Posted: 2007-12-02 02:14:55 UTC

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2007-12-15 23:41:38~Stay_Beautiful~20104
Wow.. your poems are Soooo powerful!! I absolutely LOVE the your writing style! I've never been able to succeed in the "abab" format! This is great and just so expressive!! After all.. isn't that what poetry's all about??

2009-07-07 12:11:12CUTTS**AND_A_BROKEN_HEART
loved it!!