Just a poem..or is it?
There are tiny holes All in my soul White, black, it doesn't matter And every day, someone Anyone really, Takes a little piece.
But then there are those Who take those pieces and my peaces On purpose And nothing ever happens They keep living their Lives As though they haven't taken Peaces of mine (yes, spelled that way)
I want them back The ones taken deliberatly The ones taken in anger Or ..no, it's all anger Of one kind or another
I want those back They are Mine And YOU Had no right to take them.
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bohemiantragedy
2003-11-16 05:52
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I have Chronic Fatigue, and very much feel the same regarding "My existence now is one of a living death. I can not live, for I have chronic pain and am unable to live a "normal" life, and yet I can not die, because I have those who count on me". So anyway, just letting you know I added you. And you should really post here more often. (Reply to this) (Thread) |
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bohemiantragedy
2003-11-17 14:06
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Of course I want them. Thank you.
*hugs back*
I have a 3 year old little girl. How old are yours?
Oh, and I love lilies too, my old journal username was lilystar. : )(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread) |
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