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Wednesday, November 8, 2006


poem
She couldn’t stand the pressure,
She took nothing for safe measure.

This façade she has led,
Must now come to it’s end.

Let it be open for all to see,
She is a failure to you any me.

The blood flows to her tips,
Paler are her lips.

Physical pain for emotional stress,
Her excuse for what something unconfessed.

Will she ever get it right?
Yes or no, and emotional fight.

We see her as a loser,
A failure a poser.

Her pain shall be felt,
By those who it delt.

The wounds slowly heal,
Scars she can still reveal.

Her pain never ended,
Her soul never defended.

Sweet death has taken her,
No more life for the better.

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