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Post by Laura on May 20, 2006 8:33:24 GMT -6
you died in a small dose I let my tongue bleed right out
I stood right up to you right at the foot of your bed a coffin made of expensive wood and said
"you told me how to be brave then you took it all away now it is your turn to pay -
so go to hell and stay there I don't need you any way"
and I cried that night more than you will ever know
because no ghost can see this pain or the outskirts of my soul.
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Post by thecrazybeautiful on May 20, 2006 8:51:03 GMT -6
"and I cried that night more than you will ever know
because no ghost can see this pain or the outskirts of my soul."
I like how it had that rhyme going there.
It's shorter than usual, but good in the same way.
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Post by Sharon on May 17, 2007 21:15:27 GMT -6
I think everyone can relate to this in some for or other. We all have at least once hid our true emotions from someone we really care for and we mask our vulnerability and at times guilt with anger.
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Post by NotSoPerfect on May 19, 2007 13:58:02 GMT -6
I love the coffin metaphor.
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