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Post by darkoneofpower on Oct 7, 2004 0:33:52 GMT -5
Mother, mother… where am I? What Is this understanding I am suppose to come to? How can I become who I am suppose to be without one to accompany me? Am I wrong to be afraid of the comforts men have gave? Is wrong for me to act shyly, for me to be foolish or frankly…
Mother, mother I am lost. I sit her wanting to cry and I can do not. The world trembles, I feel nothing. I fall, everyone else remains standing.
Mother, mother, what if I took my own life tonight? What if I took it with this knife? Would people morn, and for how long? How long till the time they will forget me?
Mother, dear sweet mother. I am tired of living. There is one person I would call, I will not call him. It is late tonight, and tomorrow is another day… wait tomorrow is here. Mother, dear mother…. Help me.
(just some random thing I decided to post, just throwing this out there you don't need to reply if not wanted)
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Post by Sephiroth Kaizen on Oct 7, 2004 1:27:32 GMT -5
[glow=blue,4,300]Wow, once again from the girl who claims no talent in the writing department. This is awesome D1OP, and it's sad too. I haven't seen a lot of this stuff from you though. I like it nonetheless. [/glow]
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Post by Ancient Goddess on Oct 9, 2004 12:14:08 GMT -5
Yes, easy to follow and good nonetheless. Kinda had a sad tone to it while reading, but it's excellent, darkoneofpower.
Keep this stuff coming!
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Post by Ratatosk on Dec 2, 2004 22:02:19 GMT -5
Wow, that's an excellent poem. Reminds me of a song....I forget.. But anyway, I can see how you address the want to die but resist because of family. And not only that, but the fear of inadequacy.
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