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Heartache is the worst emotion, There's no cure or magic potion.
by whits end
20 lines, 1 comment,
on Nov 3 10:35 PM. In Life, Love, Pain, Personal, Sad, Thoughts, Lost love, Sadness, Anger, Loss, Depressed
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Blonde hair Blowing everywhere
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Candle light and violins, bub'ling waters rendezvous
by whits end
12 lines, 1 comment,
on Oct 22 9:55 PM
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I appear to be the crazy one, But look what you have done.
by whits end
28 lines,
on Sep 20 10:18 PM. In Angst, Life, Love, Pain, Personal, Sad, Thoughts, Depression, Sadness, Lost love
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Tears pour like never before. Heart remains still after the kill.
by whits end
31 lines, 1 comment,
on Sep 15 12:47 AM. In Angst, Pain, Personal, Sad, Thoughts, Depression, Lost love, Anger, Message, Hate
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I’ve been looking to God for some answers, Yet stumped with the right questions to ask in my prayers,
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These tears have dried
Since I’ve been a prisoner in your torture chamber of silence
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This transition is too trivial, not real to what I feel......
Must change to my pace and once again you'll feel my lace...
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Whispers scream out to me blowing through the family tree Needing someone to talk to, not to talk about me
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It’s hard to see treading through these flooded waters
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Used to be
Technology was no part of me
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Confusion sets in
Thoughts of a purpose begin
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I want to be an angel when I die
But for now I’m rolling with the good times
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I’ve got a good life now
A good husband
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Seeing you again
Briefly swept my mind way back when
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I smell brush fires burning
From the warm wind charging in
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Sister you are a blessing
Always there when I’m confessing
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Lonely is a word I’ve grown to discover And the fear it uncovers
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When I sleep I dream of the past Just another part of my life I can’t control
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Thank you for loving me…………
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Sweating on a cool, fall night Searching for a way to just feel all right
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Weary eyes stare into a broken glass mirror.
She starts to see herself as dawn makes the paleness clearer
by whits end
12 lines, 1 comment,
on Oct 5 8:18 PM 2008
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The wind sweeps my hair again
This familiar feeling taking hold of me
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Trusting you is like walking in super glue
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Being in the hospital was like a cell,
Nowhere to run, a personal Hell.
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Sometimes things look better in the candlelight
That didn't help when I caught you red handed last night
by whits end
17 lines,
on Jul 25 3:30 PM 2008
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Hello my friend,
Where do I begin?
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