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Post by BrokenSoul on Sept 1, 2004 22:35:21 GMT -5
I've got a secret Up my sleeve A painful one Yet noone knows A network of scars Cut deep into my skin It's my obsession, My torture For being such a failure And when the thought of it Becomes too much to bare I pick up my blade and Play a bit Enjoy the feeling of it On my pale skin Before I dig it down And watch a red river flow Such a beautiful mess Made by me Because I'm such A failure. /me Sarah A Wilson
{this is much older, since its not quite a secret anymore}
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Post by Aaron Graf on Sept 5, 2004 16:59:17 GMT -5
OMG that was very well written very sad and very good flow to the beat on this I loved it.
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Post by strangeclouds on Oct 26, 2004 15:37:11 GMT -5
that was a great poem
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Post by kristin on Feb 1, 2005 0:51:50 GMT -5
Wow that was AWESOME! i can relate...but yeah it's not quite a secret anymore for me either...it used to be though
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