Posted: 2005-09-05 12:19:14 UTC
I don't know you.
But you seem to know me.
When you look at me,
You see my core,
My soul,
You know my secret,
You see through my clothes.
You see the scars.
You know who made those marks.
You feel sorry for me.
You know what its like.
I ask you what that thing on your hand,
You say its just a scratch,
But DUDE, THATS NO SCRATCH,
Thats a freakin' knife,
I KNOW THE DRILL!

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2005-09-05 17:18:00**EMOTIONALLY INEPT**
WoW! I like

2005-09-14 20:44:10a rose by any otha name
good stuff, keep up the good work, you write with a uniqueness

2005-10-01 18:56:59so_close_but_yetso_far
thnx!

2005-10-21 02:37:06ill haven
holy cow you put a bunch of stuff in a comment on my poem "One" wow