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the crazy prayers that don't exist in the dirt, dust, and chaos that is flesh from the scars that cripple and damage darkness' secrets are sealed in oblivion how do the normal feel? being lonely is what i want remotely glowing as fragile no desperate diseases needed hiding the heart for a reason to live my hard luck was tough burning down the past had to be the times stood still and then nothing was except the fires' silent play i wasn't out of my head over it the promises echo long friends were once strangers that cared under the gun for the puppets it's a rough enough road |
this is a really great poem, i somehow feel reated to it. i especially love the line 'hiding the heart for a reason to live " xxxx great work! :) xxxx | Posted on 2006-08-27 00:00:00 | by irish_fairy1018 | [ Reply to This ] | |