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Saturday, June 18, 2011
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Another not a poem
What if you wanted to confront your past
but then
it bites
you
back.
What if
the people you once knew
you got along with
insult you
and
you can't stand them?
What if
you find solace
in one
person.
You least expected it.
You that they hated you
but,
they don't.
Apparently.
So what do you do?
Cry,
die,
or
just simply lie?
Sunday, February 20, 2011
enter my mind
people are annoying.
what's the point of having friends?
I feel no remorse.
it's scary, to be a monster in your own skin.
to love
to hate
what do ya mean "compassion"
I know I haven't got any.
and family
is
unnecessary.
BTW- this ain't a poem
what's the point of having friends?
I feel no remorse.
it's scary, to be a monster in your own skin.
to love
to hate
what do ya mean "compassion"
I know I haven't got any.
and family
is
unnecessary.
BTW- this ain't a poem
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