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2/11/2011 9:30:22 PM

Dylan Strom
Posts: 4
cant help but look back,
To memories long lost and buried
In my brain like Tack's.

I turn the page again to see
Who i used to be,
A loving, Little, Wild me
When I was still free.

I read my way through painful trail's
Thats when I start to feel,
That my life turned into prison
I held this inner hell.

The next chapter begins the same as the last
Life has now become a chore,
That's no way to look back
It feels like someone closed my door.

A few more pages down the drain
Surounded by the darkness,
Life is one unlawful game
I feel the world now equals pain.

Now im here, as far as written
Empty, Hurt, and Forbidden,
I am sick with peace starvation
Thinking death is Salvation.
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