unwritten
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Post by unwritten on May 17, 2004 18:08:42 GMT -5
I know why they chase the pain Why they hold on and won't let go It's to be in a place they know by name It's not confusion for dillusion It's real sold dripping pain Seld infiction, unfortunate addiction To a place Idenified For it's territory that'll heal Where the scars are only visible seals Not holes driven into your soul Not dead emotions crucified Where it's better to face real pain Then possible imaginary hell It's destruction for sanity But such chaos for stability Is too backwards For even the hum heart to handle Relying on pain to feel real Is nto what should be This is not destiny Rely on the only one who can handle it all The one that will take your pain away When you ask and follow
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Post by bloodredtears on May 17, 2004 23:44:47 GMT -5
hhmm...i really have no idea what point you're trying to get across in this poem besides that fact that there is pain ...and, a way to fix it? but i did like the rhythm of it...good job!
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