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Haunted Memories

talking to the dead iget all the answers listening to the living i get nothing but pain. i tell myself its not that hard to hide. you use to hold me. you use to. the grey has come and the dark is soon to follow. its such a simple thing *these are my memories of when it was just you and me, sweet sweet ... oh god damn *drum roll* ******** memories ... don't fight the pain take in the hate fight the urge to.... ******** memories (I'M HAUNTED BY YOUR MEMORIES)* i never wanted that, remember this. remember that kiss, remember this slit wrist. remember this lie, remember the blood while we all lay here and die. slipping away from you slowly through the years has made me cold, bitter and anti- social hopeless of life..... chous**..... i could tell you wanted no more. you hated the world ripped out my heart for your pitiful life. dead in your eyes ropes so damn tight. close the wound pull it tight . rip he skin. bite. scratch. fight. ... sick and tired of what you say. i cant just walk away... I AM HAUNTED BY YOUR MEMORY chours** i'll hold you in this twisted embrase and squeeze the life from you

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Date: 5/6/2016 1:05:00 AM
JOHN COMSTOCK, this is an awesome poem, thank you for sharing. ** SKAT
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Date: 4/24/2016 10:08:00 AM
john Comstock, nicely penned. Glad to read your poem today. Luv *LINDA*
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