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04-19-2003, 07:07 AM
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|  salvific life I hate this place. It is cold and distant - Repressive and righteous. I search myself and find no answer. I am the only one I can blame. I have no place here - It is not who I am. So I find solace in words, Hoping to shed light on a black stone. Yet I find myself back here, Stuck in the same recursion, The same regurgitation of thought. This is what brought me here. If you couldn't tell I'm feeling a tad depressed tonight.
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04-19-2003, 04:12 PM
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| Nice Poem. I like the style you used
__________________ "And then... something happened. I let go. Lost in oblivion -- dark, silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom." ~Jack~ |
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