Dead Love

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By Loneliness is condescending •

Drinking up My sorrow Enjoying the silent despair Acting out my part in life Making my voice heard On the floor again No ones here to pick me up Hurting from the bruise, forced to keep them hidden Undermining my self worth, saying that you love me Never finding my own dreams Trembling under your loving grip, legs crumbling beneath me Escaping from your view, I tell myself that you love me Running to your arms hiding from the truth

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March 1, 2005 00:13My_pain_your_thrill

this really touched me coz I can relate to it, short but powerful.

April 7, 2006 14:54lost the lonely dead

*hug saying nothing*