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To Carry On Living
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March 2002 Poetry I could,
carry on living.
Why bother,
taking my own life,
when really,
I’m already dead,
on the inside.
My heart has died,
therefore,
I cannot.
~*~ Jill ~*~
I know what you mean. Someone told me that there's more to poetry than just rearranging words...but don't worry about it, I do that all the time. I guess I should stop. :s
~Kate~