The Forgotten, by xlostxcausex
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Unspoken words,
the pain of an unforgotten past.
The scars of the forgotten,
the cries of an outcast.
A bitter lonely soul,
looking for life's joys,
searching for completion,
drowning out the noise.
Something inside screams for release,
a secret of that forbidden,
the pain will slowly increase.
Screaming out the pain,
holding ones self
shivering in the rain.
Hidden in the shadows
a soft spoken word
never forgetting what was
and what is yet to be.
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Posted: 2005-07-26 10:42:29 UTC |
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