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    dots Submission Name: Yet to Comedots
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    Author: lori_tab
    ASL Info:    27/f/alabama
    Elite Ratio:    4.33 - 1752/1517/481
    Words: 62
    Class/Type: Poetry/Angst
    Total Views: 788
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    dotsYet to Comedots
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    I see my own eyes in this blade
    I am to sick to care about my blood that seems to run
    I am tortured from all the pain
    But my suicide has yet to come

    I trust myself to live through this
    it's just another bad day
    I just need to deal with it
    and to puch away the pain




    Submitted on 2005-01-27 12:21:13     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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    ||| Comments |||
      Nice visual of self suffering in a few words very nicely done put a nice picture in my head thanx for comments on my writes as well
    sandman
    | Posted on 2005-01-27 00:00:00 | by sandman | [ Reply to This ]
      great poem!I like how through the darkness you are able to show some light. You did a great job of expressing your meaning without being overly dramatic.
    | Posted on 2005-01-27 00:00:00 | by Selene | [ Reply to This ]


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