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She broke down day by day, every minute before the last. No one ever expected it, her twisted mind was caught in past. There is never a good enough reason, but it happens every day. What happend to this girl, it happens every way. Paralized by silence, they get caught up in sorrow. Lies of a past life, effect their last tomorrow. The suicidal loners, I dont blame they're choices. The world's air is the same as Hell's, and we drowned out their voices. |
Ahh! That was great! I'm gonna check out your other stuff. If you think this deeply about this poem, then your others must rock too! -Missy | Posted on 2006-08-25 00:00:00 | by Pabapfc | [ Reply to This ] | You really are deep aren't you? I like that. This poem is descriptive in a way that you don't really need a lot of words to say what you're trying to say. I really liked the while poem. Awsome job. | | Posted on 2006-08-27 00:00:00 | by Foreseer | [ Reply to This ] | |