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Taken To a Psuedo Paradise

Truthfully decaying Patience is fading Boredom turns to Rest Thoughts churning Life to Death Frustration with fists Shattered Glass Lying on the floor Pain filled with false bliss This is was his end

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 8/17/2011 5:42:00 PM
Pseudo paradise sounds like a very sad and gloomy place to be. Suicide is always a tragedy...love the progression of the story and the adjectives used. Gwendolen
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