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Post by unknownartist09 on Dec 2, 2005 5:32:43 GMT 10
ok guys my poetry is starting to suck I know it..... im loosing my touch...I wanna write so bad. I ahve so many feelings In my mind, so much I want to write into poetry but my mind is so full that it's blank...
Unchangeable That is what you have done Do you think it was fun You might have had plenty Well, I had none Do you show hubris in what you did? No you don't You lied You fibed I said NO!! You wouldn't listen It didn't matter What do they call that Sexual batter? I felt lamet as soon as I told For weeks you stayed cache You seemed behemothful to me Overpowering me Lost Drowning in my mind Your a demon I cannot face down A drug Without an antidote I'm dying I'll choke They found you days after my special day I know nothing else All I know is locking you up won't stop the memories All I know is locking you up will not change what you have done The unchangeable
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