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life.
full of pain.
full of hate.
full of the heartless torture called love.
which will always end in heartbreak.
death.
the end.
to be no more,gone,
non-existant,
yet silent.
finally silence.
love.
the worst thing imaginable.
at first,happy,freedom,romance,
then they leave.
whether in death, or just leaving you,
you still end up with a hole in your heart,
bottomless,unfillable.
it may seem normal again, but its not.
you'll just end up dead like the rest of us.
or wishing you were.
- by One Thirty Eight |
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- | Submitted on 11/02/2008 |
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- Title: life,death,love.(R)(poem)
- Artist: One Thirty Eight
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Description:
no i'm not suicidal, don't try to comfort me it wont work, and don't go around telling everybody that I'm a suicidal emo-path.
- Date: 11/02/2008
- Tags: lifedeathlove
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Comments (2 Comments)
- dobohuck35 - 11/02/2008
- i luv this poem. it means alot. good job
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- musicbyme - 11/02/2008
- nice poem keep up the hard poem and no worrys i wont tell any1 lol who would just kidding
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