Sorrow..

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This desecration of all tranquility
Has strayed too far from my ability
These afflictions of pain are coming far too fast
If only I was stronger, then maybe I could last

With my final breath I struggle to withstand
The relentless pressures at this worlds hand
The mystery is the reason, the cause for all my distress
For in the end only she knows what on my heart she did impress.





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mrsquee101 said...
Dec. 3, 2008 at 2:15 pm
This poem was great i loved it and i saw Donnie Darko when it first came out and that was one of the first things that made me start to write.
 
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