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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required This sickness is buried deep inside Knowing now, that the torture has died. Crying is a sign of weakness Sending my existence into total meanness. I feel tomorrow will be the same, Always having to play the devils game. I am scared to accept another person to get as close as you But please look at me and tell me the torture is over. I want to move on, and get on with life, a better life with sorrow, Why should the most important things always wait for the morrow? I used to sit here and weep, but nevermore. I am going to live this life until my soul is gone, and my body hits the floor. Why is it that my life now is stricken with this mark made of coal? It won't leave, it continues deeper and deeper into this abyss, this hole. How can love be so thoughtless, so cruel? You did nothing to me, but yet I was your tool. I noticed that I am not perfect, but I still won't give up, because life is extremely corrupt. I have held my anger inside, beat it down, and mutilated it so as I would not have the chance to erupt. What is this that I am feeling? Sadness, hatred, maybe even pain? But I try harder and harder feeling as if it was all in vain. Late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal, Red light, can't stop, so I spin the wheel, My world goes black before I feel an Angel lift me up, and I open bloodshot eyes, into florescent white, Flip the siren, hit the lights, close the doors and I am gone. Late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal, Red light, can't stop, so I spin the wheel, My world goes black before I feel an Angel steal me from the, pain and extensive damages, giving me a second chance, the artist in the artist in the ambulance.
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