And I'm firmly in its icy grip,
its squeezing, tearing
washing the life from me
i'm trying to hold onto
reality and its not fair
this is what i wanted
wasn't it?
And now its not enough
as I lay here wondering
will it ever get better?
[or do i want it to get
worse?]
I'm not sure and all I can see
are numbers, and all i can feel
is the cold now.
And that's the way i wanted it
I don't want to feel anymore
so maybe i'm slipping
maybe you can't feel me
and in its own way
its bettter
[and definitely worse]
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I like this alot.
i love the way you structure your poems.
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haha what do i structure them like?
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well its very free flowing.
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haha its more a collection of words than a poem really.
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well ,even so, it works really well.
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