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Sinking

Sinking



Drowning



Dying



Your essence flare up in me



Emotion bites



And pain forgives



Do you know who I be?



I do not know anyone



I only know their ways



How they do



What they do



You even count the days



You do not know



How I hold back



The anguish inside grows



One embrace



One dying wish



One constant thought

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Ya, whatever.
Hey, when I finished writing that, my whole body locked up, and I couldn't breathe... And then... it hurts a little bit less than it did before, inside. Good ol' poetry. Yup, less pain... but some stranger gets to read my deepest thoughts. Great. It is now time to stop thinking.

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©13 April 2003 - 4:47am — icantthinkofone
30 April 2003 - 4:55pm — Nicole.J.Burgess
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Stop thinking!!!!
you've earned it. You put a lot into your work and it shows, if you didn't, your work would not be nearly as good
nikki

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14 April 2003 - 8:58pm — running_with_rabbits
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yep i agree with you
poetry rocks
to bad I am dry

ash

Much Love

Ashley