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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Thinking of you always causes me pain, how you tore us apart in your little game, a shame shaped cloud follows you through the night as the moonlight hits your skin it burns your soul, you scream in fear of the truth and run towards your grave to only find your friends have gone yet your family's there staring in the wind you feel their gaze pierce through your heart, you try to hide your lies hatred fills the air as tears fall from your chin, you have no where to go your lost with no one to hear your sorrows and these feelings grow deeper and deeper until your body's full with no room to cool, so you roam through the sky's searching in hopes for the one to grant your wish, so you may be sane in your own skin and your friends will come back again, yet with no luck your eyes become clouded with more tears full of hat you fall from your quest twisting and turning you wonder why, "why has this happened how can it be you scream why can't i just be the real me",not the person that they all see but the person scratching and tearing trying to break free fro the restraints society has placed in the mind of us all, As you hide the truth in for fear of prosecution and shame , You fake a smile and saunter through the life that you've wasted through tears and pain, All that's left is the sharp edge of the scythe as death come forth to claim thy soulless life.
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