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Wooden stairs,
gray walls,
dark stares.

Sharp lies,
painfull nights,
eyes cry.

Heart beats,
deep breaths,
slient screams.

Suffering daily,
misary yearly,
hate always.
YET....

Love always,
happyness daily,
healing momentarly.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just a list of random thoughts in my head i guess. Not really a poem.

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last updated 5 December 2011 - 11:42am
©4 December 2011 - 7:01pm — Elfy
5 December 2011 - 2:36pm — thisisme789
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Lol, nice! It's still good!

Lol, nice! It's still good!

<3

5 December 2011 - 5:24am — MatthewWayne
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haha Yet?

haha Yet?

"I am my own sort of strange, a supernova of madness and brillance. Forced to share the same space and time. Sane enough to not be seen, yet not crazy enough to be heard." -- Matthew Wayne