were all clones, by look how pretty she is when she falls down...
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The words that swim
around you head
like a goldfish
in a week, they’re dead
Only pictures
keep them a lie
or reading books
to drowned your mind
‘N fill this heart
with wood and nails
never building
‘cuz you know you’ll fail
And write these words
on your wrists
- cannot hear them
your in bliss
Know the answers
and play the games
winners don’t question
and losers are lame
Put the bandage
on your cut
reveal the message
conceal the hurt
Unimportant
and standard form
use the pattern
to have the norm
Everyday is
another face
staying behind
the exact same pace
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| Posted: 2005-10-04 21:01:44 UTC |
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| 2005-10-05 11:36:30 | Finding Myself♥♥ |
| different, in a gd way, but cool. i like it. thanks for commenting. |
| 2005-10-06 10:18:00 | Preston |
| I kept rereading reveal the message, cover the hurt. I like it somehow. Good poem. |
| 2005-10-18 17:43:35 | ~*PuRely*DeVine*~ |
| i have never cut myself to ease the pain...but i know someone who has and in some kind of way i can relate..wonderful.. |