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Lost...

October 7, 2010
By dylanlalala GOLD, Colchester, Vermont
dylanlalala GOLD, Colchester, Vermont
18 articles 0 photos 6 comments

Favorite Quote:
"How vain is it to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live?" - Henry David Thoreau


Lost in a sea of endless troubles
Locked in a room without a key
Brain is frantic, sick with what’ll
Surely be the end of me

Lost in an hour of dark despair
The clock is growing slower still
My heart is caving in, a tear
Is reaching down, in for the kill

As my life comes crumbling down
Lies broken, like my trembling heart
I gather up the strength I’ve fond
For at last, I shall depart



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Braids SILVER said...
on Dec. 9 2010 at 5:04 pm
Braids SILVER, Gibsonton, Florida
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Favorite Quote:
its not all about the mountain, but to the ant running across your shoe

so. to me that stuff doesnt take away from the piece written

on Oct. 24 2010 at 9:45 am
dylanlalala GOLD, Colchester, Vermont
18 articles 0 photos 6 comments

Favorite Quote:
"How vain is it to sit down to write when you have not stood up to live?" - Henry David Thoreau

Oops!

If you haven't figured it out, the second to last line should read:

I gather up the strength I've *found

 


Braids SILVER said...
on Oct. 24 2010 at 8:34 am
Braids SILVER, Gibsonton, Florida
7 articles 0 photos 11 comments

Favorite Quote:
its not all about the mountain, but to the ant running across your shoe

WOW!! that was deep. i loved every word.