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Poetry
May 25, 2005 13:46:55 GMT -5
Post by Frenchy Faith on May 25, 2005 13:46:55 GMT -5
Don't you worry, with people like you or Faithy or my other friends, I do not want to die, because you don't see me like she says she sees me.. & you don't make me feel like a monster... that's only that I must not spend too much time in some places because when I thought words had no more effects on me.. they actually still have one.. & bigger than I thought. Sometimes I wonder if I'm not actually the worst person ever... & sometimes I feel like I'm not so bad because some people still come to me.
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Birdy
Senior Member
This is Me I like you I like sharp things They suggest you run from Me Why?
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Poetry
May 25, 2005 14:08:23 GMT -5
Post by Birdy on May 25, 2005 14:08:23 GMT -5
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Jun 11, 2005 16:13:15 GMT -5
Post by Frenchy Faith on Jun 11, 2005 16:13:15 GMT -5
A sad Farewell
No more of your sweet smiles No more of our light talks This is no good-bye But a sad farewell
No more hugging you tight No more wild adventures This is no good-bye But a sad farewell
Yet I have no tears left to cry They all got dried on the way I am not bitter though It was an awfully big adventure
Not bitter, no Not tearful, no But sad and empty inside It’s a sad farewell
I had a hope that you Would kiss me farewell But you just smiled A plain good-bye
Leaving me sad No no, not mad.
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