my, my, my, my
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my, my, my, my
My letters, my words, my pleads to deaf ears to please hear these desperate screams for finality. My, oh my what is to become of this sweet lady? My hopes, my needs, my wishful thinking to be drowned in the silence of the storms eye. My, my, my, what a tradgy that would be, deary. My fears, my gifts, my wasted pride of a living mind stained from mud made of angels blood. My God, oh God, what have I done. My time, my score, my expectation of desires fortunate failure gambles with mistakes made. My, my, shameless guilt doesn't fade. My nothing am i, my demise, my disguise, my pain, my gain, my god, my demons of my saints.... My dear, they say scar do fade. My power, my plythe, my reality, my story, my history, my thinking, my sights of my minds eye. My, my, my, my, I'm just not quite right, am I? My anger, my guilt, my best, my abilities, my feelings, my dreams, my want of my rights. My, I, It is Mine, My very own..... My promise to make it right or die tonight trying.. |
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| Unusual piece........ You say so many thing here that's difficult to hold onto one thing in particular ... plus the overused "MY" made me feel slightly dizzy ... maybe that was the idea. I did get that you are having a hard time - that’s very clear - but any other message that was being conveyed gets blurred along the way ... it seems that the format didn't really help you to express your feeling. I felt the whole piece as a jumbled mass of emotions that do not really have a purpose. An outburst maybe ……… dunno. Feel free to overlook all I’ve said. Kind regards, Ethan. | Posted on 2006-01-15 00:00:00 | by Ethan Brody | [ Reply to This ] | |
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