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Post by silencedxbeauty on Mar 24, 2004 19:26:09 GMT -5
Maybe getting caught was for the better, Maybe getting sent away is best.
Maybe sixteen years of pain, Sixteen years of hate, Sixteen years of agony, Will destroy you.
I wouldnt know though, Im only at year fifteen.
We all complain about our families, And we all complain about those rules. We all think we've got it so bad. But then theres you.
You have a reason to be the way you are. Even if theres no excuse. You taught me how to take life in, And you taught me how to be real.
I really hope your doing better, I hope that you'll do well. Doll, I hope you can keep it together, But in the meantime, Im here.
Although we are miles and miles away, Its here, in my heart, you will always stay.
Dedication: To Angela Edwards, I hope you'll come back the way you were before it all started. Love you.
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Post by bloodredtears on Mar 25, 2004 4:24:22 GMT -5
very interesting poem...it captured me very well at the beginning and held my interest....great job!
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Post by X x K e l Z x X on Mar 29, 2004 16:30:27 GMT -5
WOW, this was so touching, great write, welcome to Poet Club, I see that you are new.
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Post by SilverEyes on Apr 17, 2004 2:19:00 GMT -5
I like this because it seemed like a letter and almost read like one too. Touching write.
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Post by rinna(on leave...for eternity) on May 6, 2004 0:35:42 GMT -5
i agree, this flowed brilliantly. nice work! x rinna x
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