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Lost in the midst of eternity,
Without purpose or reason,
Floating through time and space,
It's darkness season,
Here I am
Crying for help
Looking for a route
To escape from myself
All my friends have deserted me,
For no purpose or reason,
Stuck in a lonely exsistence,
It's killing season,
Here I am
Crying for help
Looking for a route
To escape from myself
Would it matter if I died??
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Posted by eeerm on 2008-02-23 17:59:20 | Rating: | Views: 82
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dark and beautiful
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Posted by necronomincon
on 2008-02-24 10:18:01
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i like it. i have definately felt it before... glad to hear im not the only one. :)
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Posted by VailBabyM
on 2008-02-25 15:36:06
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i really like your poem i imagine for different people it has different meanings...i for one find it to be another reason to continue fighting thank you
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Posted by cheyeene39
on 2008-02-26 13:10:47
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I really like. You seem to look on the darkside of things which I really relate to. I do that to with my poetry. It's really powerful % like chyeene39 wrote it means differend things to different people.
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Posted by Faith
on 2008-02-26 14:30:36
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