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    dots Submission Name: What'd I ever Do to YOU?dots
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    Author: jackz
    ASL Info:    24/F/OH
    Elite Ratio:    3.76 - 591/622/378
    Words: 120
    Class/Type: Story/Depressed
    Total Views: 730
    Average Vote:    3.0000
    Bytes: 771



    Description:
       This is again one of the others that I have posted that is about 3 years old... again I wrote this during a rough time in my love... please post your comments


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    dotsWhat'd I ever Do to YOU?dots
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    For I may be her daughter
    But my feelings say otherwise
    There's nothing more to say
    Nothing more to do
    She has hurt me
    Too many ways
    A pain too viscious to speak of
    And my memories are too brutal
    To simply forgive and forget
    My respect for her is nonexistent
    My love for her has been long gone
    All there is left
    Is pain
    Horrible nightmares
    And swollen eyes from crying
    The past may be over
    but as for the fears
    They still remain...
    For I may awake in a different home
    -Tomorrow-
    There maybe no more happiness
    -Tomorrow-
    But tomorrow is not today
    Until then I will not fear because
    You are near




    Submitted on 2006-07-20 04:28:01     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      damn girl. you really surprise me. havent read very many pieces where people just lay it all out like this one. i think that you did an excellent job with it. it has so much emotion in it i started to tear up. i felt like i was in your shoes for a minute and i dont know how you could handle such emotions and feelings. i thought i was a strong person but this really got me tearing up. i understand the horrible nightmares i have em every night. i know this poem is old but you should read nightmares embrace on my page. you might be able to relate. so far i love your work. good job
    | Posted on 2009-06-07 00:00:00 | by joezwells | [ Reply to This ]
      Oh, I hate to see a piece without reviews...
    OK. I can relate to this type of 'mother/daughter' relationship. I've had the same feelings towards my mom for some time now... sad, isn't it? Of all the people in the world that one would feel that way towards...ones mom should'nt be one of them. But- it happens. Anywho- great job at expression & describing but I wonder who you speak of in the last line...
    Spelling error in line 10 & 19.
    :)
    Tonya
    | Posted on 2006-08-13 00:00:00 | by Tonya V. | [ Reply to This ]


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