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we all reach a point
where the pain of life
plucks our eyeballs out
of their sockets.
it leaves gaping holes
of blackness
that we allow to heal,
and use to grow
new eyes in our hearts.
or,
we learn to hate,
and be in denial
that hating anyone,
is truly the same as hating
ourselves.
~~~
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very king lear, very
very king lear, very profound! yes Im going to take that hate and resentment and fling it away! please duck! great piece! loved it! hugss
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
O my god! I just read the
O my god! I just read the synopsis on wikipedia. What a tragedy and bunch of drama!! Jeez Louise!!
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
King Lear.... ? Oh, I don't
King Lear.... ? Oh, I don't read much. I'll have look him up.
Thanks for reading, Ssmoothest. Maybe...not so smooth today... that's ok, I love your ranting and resentment to. At least your human side shows a little... lol. ;-)
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "