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Thursday, December 29, 2005


bad poem time
I stare my demons in the eyes but I can not say a thing. Once again there red eyes rip my soul to shreds. I want to tell them leave and let me live my life. It is me they want not some demon in disguise. These are the words I want to say but all I do is stand there not a word from my mouth just the look that can only be brought on by the years of pain. Then I hear you think you can live with out I am the one who has been there all this time. No words from my mouth like always just my look. I live thru your lips and fingerer tips I am the words you speak and write. I am the one who makes you screw everything up. When I see you’re happy I kill it. This is your lot in life and never forget. This is what I was told and it is the truth.
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