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Post by Miss Knightley on Jun 14, 2004 11:54:44 GMT -5
My blood boils And spills onto the sandy ground Making murky sandpaper
Why didn’t you stop me? You stopped me before But now you fail me
All I want is the solitude of my pain Reveling in the darkness of eternal light To be free from my torturous thoughts
WHY DIDN”T YOU STOP ME? I thought I could rely on your strength But it was just a part to play for you
I’ve cried for release And it never came Because you were there to save me from myself
Why didn’t you stop me? Because you were tired of fighting too Just like me
And now it is done No more pain, no more sorrow Just freedom Blissful freedom
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Post by Loreley on Jun 14, 2004 12:57:21 GMT -5
it's beautiful but it also scares me everytime I read it. *shivers*
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Post by Rainbow on Jun 14, 2004 14:18:55 GMT -5
Depressing! I like it...
My blood boils And spills onto the sandy ground Making murky sandpaper < - that a really grose metaphor. eugh!! lol I swear i'm never gonna be able to look at sand paper in the same way again. I'm still trying to decide whether i like it or not, but it definately had an effect. lol
the darkness of eternal light <- nice!
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Post by Miss Knightley on Jun 14, 2004 18:46:39 GMT -5
*hugs Amy* No worries, love. I'm still hanging in there. *laughs at Horizon* I don't know if that should be taken as a compliment or not.
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Post by Rainbow on Jun 16, 2004 5:39:19 GMT -5
Meant completely as a compliment. i think hehe Definately great writing. It just slightly grosed me out. haha
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Post by Reens on Jun 23, 2004 11:42:27 GMT -5
It is so disturbing that it is good. *huggiez*
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Post by Rainbow on Jun 23, 2004 13:50:26 GMT -5
^ ditto that ;D
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