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Rated: E · Poetry · Personal · #1316399
Pain released into a poem.
Tears I refused to have shead
for it is to risky.
The hunger to sob hasn't been fed,
at least not recently.

I miss the old days,
when I could do something right,
I miss the golden ways,
of my past childhood life.

The parents fight more constantly.
The death of Shandra.
Life just torments me.
It's become a soap opera.

I'm tired of it all,
espesially stopping suisides.
When will I land from this fall?
Never, is the answer I despise.
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