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Beating me, another word to a broken heart
Naturally pressured, required smart.
To afraid to run, while forced, dragged by past.
Eyes stare bleakly, yet pitifully clashed.

We wallow, we scorn, he hit me once more.
I run through my thoughts to look for the door.
My soul, my bitter soul is damaged.
Wipe away my blood, figures, I’m damaged.

I’m finally out, I’m finally free.
The horrors are ticking it just stuck three.
Uncomfortably in public, scared normal.
She’s looking at me! Naked but formal.

Always alone in this world forever.
Experienced, pronounced, evermore clever.

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. said...
Dec. 17, 2011 at 10:12 pm:
This seems to really reflect how you feel and  what you've been through in your life, it's so touching. Keep it up, don't put down your pen.
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gisoul said...
Dec. 17, 2011 at 4:36 am:
good work keep it up
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Batmanbabe said...
Oct. 22, 2011 at 12:06 pm:
Dramatic yet simple. I like it! (:
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rengeki said...
Jan. 26, 2010 at 9:59 am:
i like it, it reminds me of a break up im surviving lol
lauren_b replied...
Jan. 27, 2010 at 5:03 pm :
I'm sorry to hear that, and thank you..
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