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By fire Rise
Metaphoricly my tears have no meaning other than to water my sorrows, In my unharnessed Hell my head roams with uncontentment to find each pain more confing than the last. Care he will not. Laugh at my heart held together by old worn out strips of Scotch tape, he will. Names a plenty come to my head when I think of his being... wretched,seething,lying,scaming,impious,ass. My list could run of scrolls and scrolls. I control this rage...I have emotional baggage..."it wont work" he says. No tone of concern for the very pride and trust and love he just shatterd and stabbed into my soul. ....breathing becomes difficult as I would like to just let my body go...Iwish i was unconcious. I can't feel, can't think. Never agian will I be swindled by monsters.Never agian will I put my self forth to be slaughterd like Game. I will pick up my pieces and grab the scotch tape. Written March 10th, 2002 © on Mar 10 2002 02:08 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"Metaphoricly my tears have no meaning other than to water my sorrows,..."