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 Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2007 12:32 pm
As the tears fall down
They wash away my pain
They wash away my sorrow
And my yesterday
I forget about my troubles
I forget the reason that I cry
My tears are my symbol
Of the way I want to die
My eyes are the wrist
The tears, the blood
But in the end, after my tears
Still no damage is done
Just a bunch of used kleenex
My eyes completely red
I cry and cry but in the end
Still I am not dead
For those of you that don't know my poem is saying that crying helps me not cut
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2007 3:45 pm
ooooooo, nice job, it's better than hurting ur self
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2007 4:08 pm
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2007 8:06 pm
The part where you mentioned kleenex was really funny xd ! You sound like a crybaby in this, cause you didn't put the reason why you were cryin sweatdrop ... But I like the way you look at cryin, I personally think cryin is a show of weakness, but how you look in it makes you sound strong... Good for you! Good job on the poem! heart
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2007 6:13 am
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