one without name, by --x-Static-Pulse-x--
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Someday when you wake up
you may find you're livin' a lie
and then will turn to cry
by the life you left behind
beyond the border line
this is a confession of a broken heart
cuz when i turn around it's all black
may they'll never realize how they make you feel
and will think you're being ill
but they don't really know who you are
because they've never seen what they are left behind
and when you gonna cry,they'll just wondering why?
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| Posted: 2008-03-25 19:49:32 UTC |
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| 2008-03-30 20:44:10 | Simply-Me-20104 |
| Yeah, that suckz. Sorry to hear that you feel the way you do in these poems! I hope writing it out and getting it all out there helps you as much as it does me!! Keep writing! |