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Free verse № 5761

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Member since 2002 · Posted 23 Jul 2002 · 1 comment

happiness a stranger to me lost in this cold and insane world the sun is shining brightly but i feel so cold inside why do i have to feel this way i hate this place why are there so many ppl stop staring stop looking just disappear from my sight do you really think you know me can you hear my anguished cries can you understand the torment that i'm going through the smoldering sensation it hurts me so much will someone pls save me snuff out this flame bring an end to all this i have no idea how long i'll last just a slice on this thin membrane the anesthetized ache tears from my body soaking up the surroundings inhale my very last my tired soul slips into an eternal slumber

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[4] deleted user 23-Jul-02/9:02 AM Reply
good exspression, I kind of like the abbr. words ( pls, ppl) kind of makes me feel like you are trying to fit in with "the world" but I could be wrong and trying to read between the lines