Sigh of Exhaustion, by Loneliness is condescending
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Torn and dieing on the inside
Keeping all of you blind
The pain I hide is slowly killing me
Deafening myself to your pleas
Screaming to be left alone
Hearing only dial tone
Wishing that you would have stayed
All but you begins to fade
Remembering the better days
When we were happy, my eyes were clear
Young and with no fear
Then the days becomes Night
And there's nothing left to fight
With all my youfull glory
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Posted: 2005-11-02 04:27:51 UTC |
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2005-11-26 06:10:49 | lost the lonely dead |
I'd like to right an opposite for this poem....maybe....im bored right now anyways...im afraid it wont turn out right though cause im not sure who "you" is in that poem so it might never sound right whatever im going to try anyway |