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    dots Submission Name: What it isdots
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    Author: taintedsmiles
    Elite Ratio:    3.83 - 62/89/71
    Words: 242
    Class/Type: Poetry/Misc
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    Average Vote:    5.0000
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    Description:
       i hate when someone tries to tell you that you have no idea how hard it is in life and that one day you'll understand...when most of the time you already do


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    dotsWhat it isdots
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    The solitary door,
    confines me in my room and,
    it is silent...
    No one, is listening;
    no caring arms to be held in-
    it is silent...
    I still don't know though,
    a damn thing about,
    life,
    or how hard it gets.
    Their pounding feet against the linolium:
    in the crowded hall of education;
    center of the universe.
    My world, no more...
    How many can tell me,
    I don't know anything-
    about life, or how hard it can get?
    The flesh of my belly,
    was moving...
    The drugs in my spine-
    so utterly soothing...
    Tell me do you know,
    what life is?
    Do you know what it's like,
    to give birth?
    To be a mother, a friend,
    and have to work, work, work?
    But I forgot,
    I don't know what life is,
    or how hard it can get.
    I don't know-
    How low, low really is.
    All these scars on my skin-
    have no meaning.
    All those years in the end:
    indulged in self sin;
    had left me so,
    incompitent, that I don't know-
    how hard it can get.
    The infant screams,
    behind the sheet hanging,
    in the doorway.
    The bottle is drainedand,
    she is still screaming.
    My pockets are empty.
    Palms the sweat in regret,
    pull at my roots-
    as I must starve with my child...
    This constant exhaustion,
    has left me, numb...
    But then I am dumb for I have no clue,
    what life is,
    or how hard it can get.




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