December 11, 2008
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Shivers down your spine and down your soul,
Knowledge breaks you down, losing control.
No release comes,
No peace will dare to touch you
For fear of corruption.
A vacuum,
Suction of your sight,
Reduction of your might from something within.
There's no mistaking
What's been given and what you're taking -
No calm,
No return,
Only silent pain,
A calloused, slow, steady burn.

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sasssgirrrl22 said...
Nov. 27, 2009 at 12:35 pm
i <3 ur poem. People can completely relate. Very true and gives a different perspective
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