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Nov 17, 2007
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Miserably Sarcastic
Woe is me oh
I am a torn soul
torn Torn
between two worlds
one black
one gray
woe is me
a candle
a candle
in a storm
never enough light
to see the ground
upon which
are pieces of me
shattered I am shattered
and I can not embrace
life or anything new
for my hands are torn
torn and filled with
the jagged pieces of me
adrift I am adrift
through life
an empty vessel
that longs only to be
filled with melancholy
a draft haunts me
I am Haunted
By a Draft that
will not leave my candle
burn in my Dark corridor
with gray walls
where I lay in lament
surrounded by the
many pieces of me
— IKnowNoBox, Nov 17, 2007
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Critiques
TheRealTearsICry
18 years 6 months ago
...
IKnowNoBox
18 years 6 months ago
If we hold onto our jagged past.
scandalous
18 years 6 months ago
woe,or whoa?
dbrock
18 years 6 months ago
AWESOME!!! …i wanted to
IKnowNoBox
18 years 6 months ago
I would like to read it....
purplemoondoll
18 years 6 months ago
One part of me
IKnowNoBox
18 years 6 months ago
Your Review has me .....I am At I am at a loss
purplemoondoll
18 years 6 months ago
LMAO