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Post by ImperfectEmo on Mar 27, 2005 18:38:21 GMT -5
One night I sat alone in the dark, Thought of ways to break your heart. Shrove how you broke mine, Saying that I was a waste of time. You said you loved me so much, And your heart seemed genital to the touch. But you stabbed my heart in a way, A way that came the never-ending pain. A pain that which it hurt so much, A pain that lead to my first cut. It was a blade, A blade of rust, Which made me say Enough is enough. So I decided to leave this world, All over a stupid girl. My thoughts weren’t impressible, Nor compressible. They pored out faster than the thought, Of cutting myself became obstrot Now soon it will be over, I don’t want to die, But neither did I want to cry. That night I died and a little each day, Because of one cut that wouldn’t go away. Next time before you lie, Think of who just might die.
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Post by Rose of the Forgotten on Mar 31, 2005 3:58:11 GMT -5
Powerful message, lying has a way of coming back to bite the liar in the butt. Good job, a few spelling/grammar errors but overall an interesting read.
-- Jus
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Post by (Amaranthine) on Apr 19, 2005 22:17:51 GMT -5
Nice write, I agree with Rose.
This does have errors, one of the funnier ones was this-
I believe you meant "Gentle". Genital refers to the g-------...as in male and female parts, to be PG with it. You might want to fix that.
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Post by *Whisper* on Jul 24, 2006 15:21:47 GMT -5
This is powerful and very nice. Thanks for sharing!
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