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    dots Submission Name: what ever comesdots

    Author: imperfectxcore
    Elite Ratio:    2.28 - 2/4/2
    Words: 116
    Class/Type: Poetry/Cutting or Mutilation
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    dotswhat ever comesdots

    clome closer, little demons
    see how close you get
    wallow in your ways of the world
    i'll just hold to the hands of friends
    they'll save me
    i know it
    you claim you love me
    but, see, they show it
    they are the ones who dry my tears
    you're the cause of my demise
    you just want to fulfill your purpose
    they help me find mine
    you can't help me
    you're just an addiction
    i have no use for your meddling ways
    i know it was you who sparked this friction
    come closer, little demons
    see how close you get
    wallow in your ways of the world
    i'll just hold tight to the hands of friends

    Submitted on 2006-01-28 13:08:16     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      I liked it... I can kind of relate to the "demons" but I didn't think my friends would save me so the "demons" came extremely close to killing me... I'm glad you got through it. Check my poem "These Scars Haunt Me (Why)" It's kind of close to this... Except nothing to do with my freinds understanding.
    Congratulations on a good poem.
    | Posted on 2006-01-28 00:00:00 | by Pabapfc | [ Reply to This ]
      im not that great at giving comments, but here goes:
    i honestly can't relate to this. But to me, it seems like you want to stop, but you can't and you're yelling at the razor/yourself for doing it, but they're/you're not listening. It's very personal, i think. just let the emotions flow.

    | Posted on 2006-01-28 00:00:00 | by darkwinged | [ Reply to This ]

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