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Every where I look I see people seeking the frail and fleeting pleasure of happiness.
They toil day by day ardently searching for a reas -
So many people look for peace and happiness.
They fight so hard dayand night trying to focus on the "good".by Temprance 20 lines, 24 comments, on Jan 23 10:47 AM 2007. In Dark, Angst, Life, Personal, Spiritual, Thoughts, Depression, Dedication, My own style -
Take a journy with me into the forest, through the mountians, and across the ocean into the sea of grey where everything is all but what it
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Venture and travel,
Look and see, -
We are immortal for a moment,
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I lay upon broken legs,
wrists slit, slowly bleeding. -
Shh, its okay honey,
this is what daddy's do.by Temprance 31 lines, 28 comments, on Jan 10 10:54 PM 2006. In Other, Abuse, Angst, Dark, Pain, Depression, My own style, Family -
I am not writeing this poem
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I ventured a mile-
Looking back, in the wake of my journy I came to "know" mortality. -
This poem hasnt a word to its name,
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Redefineing my moral standing, runnig, stumbling, falling into my depth,face first into razor stones, braceing weak and brittle b
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