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5 December, 2005
Author: Manny
No one cares
No one knows
No one knows what it's like
Living day by day in misery
Misery constantly
Can't break away from the pain
It's the only thing I hold
The sadness, no purity, no gold, torn; broken
Break my heart
Watch me cry
Watch me die
I never knew fame
I never knew glory
So this is the end of my f*ckin story
Until the end...
It's been f*cked up...
It's been real...
F*ck you
You'll never feel
------- Author's Notes -------
I wrote this one night in my room, on the back of a scrap piece of paper that had my work schedule on the front. I guess when you gotta' vent, you gotta' vent. |
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| Pondering Red (65.93.185.44) -- Monday, December 5 2005, 04:37 pm highly expressive...and charged...i like the " no gold "...good !! |
| Manny (68.170.142.227) -- Thursday, December 8 2005, 11:49 pm Thank you, I appreciate it Pondering Red. |
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