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DISCLAIMER: I DONNOT CUT... ITS JUST A POEM whee
MY JOURNAL
A place where hatred lurks
says of jealosy
and declarations of sorts
A place where feelings are buried
yet to be uncovered
THey are explanations
of the dark and murky
A place searched
of reason of life
dissapointment through
the knife
pain and pleasure
though all might
Cancellation of all things
Profound meanings
through each way
that burning hatred
simmering quietly inside
MY Jounal is the key to my life
 N A I V E - M U F F I N · Sun Dec 24, 2006 @ 10:37pm · 0 Comments |
