one without name

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By --x-Static-Pulse-x--

Someday when you wake up you may find you're livin' a lie and then will turn to cry by the life you left behind beyond the border line this is a confession of a broken heart cuz when i turn around it's all black may they'll never realize how they make you feel and will think you're being ill but they don't really know who you are because they've never seen what they are left behind and when you gonna cry,they'll just wondering why?

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March 30, 2008 20:44Simply-Me-20104

Yeah, that suckz. Sorry to hear that you feel the way you do in these poems! I hope writing it out and getting it all out there helps you as much as it does me!! Keep writing!

read between the lines whats fucked up and everythings all right this poem is great