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Cut away such feelings
Slice away the pain
Drink away the depression
Wipe away your sane
Wake the next morning
Feel the regret
Realize your mother’s morning
For death comes as a set
First pain then relief
From relief to pain
To laughs and cries
To horrible fights
The blood and the hurt
Tired of feeling like dirt
You’ll cut those wrist
And slide into abyss
- by Awesumness87 |
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- | Submitted on 10/04/2008 |
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- Title: Realization
- Artist: Awesumness87
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Description:
i wrote this like 2 or 3 weeks ago
ugh, how depressing - Date: 10/04/2008
- Tags: depression
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Comments (7 Comments)
- Dreamer Bridget - 04/22/2009
- your amazing girl Love Ya DUDE
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- Mthieu7 - 03/29/2009
- EMO EMO EMO EMO EEEMMMMOOOOO(which, in Mthieu7 language, means ZOMG INFINITY/5 SUCKA W00T)
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- Sow It Up K i d - 03/20/2009
- it's alright..
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- Pudding Town - 02/19/2009
- eh, its ok
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- bindyblueeyes - 02/10/2009
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this is pretty good. but it doesn't have an inner feeling. it's like your writing from the point of view of a stranger whatching someone go through this and not as though you are the actual person
it is still good though ... 4/5 - Report As Spam
- Molozon - 02/07/2009
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its ok ...
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- Zweit - 01/04/2009
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I agree with the fella below me.
Right now it's just words piled together in a typical emo poem. Give it a voice. - Report As Spam
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