By A Far Cry
this isnt a poem just something Hands have you ever stopped to think that maybe the hands are more tahn what they seem I think the hands can tell you everything about a person hands are a representation of who you are where youve been hands can be so beautiful I hate my hands Written December 8th, 2001 © on Dec 08 2001 01:26 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"this isnt a poem just something..."
Author:A Far Cry
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"this isnt a poem just something..." by A Far Cry
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"Note: Im new and this a sper of the moment kinda thing. What is it now, what have I become? I find myself, crawling, picking up the pieces. I dont know what it is. Is it broken, Somethings broken. ..."
"Stop staring Whats the point? Its out of reach What was i reaching for? Stop talking you'll make it worse How can it be worse it can be worse What was I saying? Stop They will stare and laugh who ca..."
"just shut up, leave me alone. It's all in your head. You're making it up. HELP ME!! stay away. You dont understand, no one understands. SHUT UP! SHUT UP! I dont need help. I can make it. I just nee..."
"If this comes out right it'll be a follow up to my "Hands Thoughts" post MY hands, stained with guilt and memories. bruised and broken. fumbling, franticly, through the broken pieces. trying to pu..."
"Let it burn, It means nothing, I dont care. Let it burn, What does it matter? Nothing lasts. Let it burn, I never cared anyway, Let it burn, to the ground. Ashes, ashes, ashes dry, black. Ashes, blo..."
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