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Apr 03, 2008
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A Life Forgotten
This pen craves a blank padLike a fatherless child wants their dadEmotions held within and time to break freeHis conscience loudly will never be able to agreeAll his feelings crowd his mind like a busy streetHe sees the way out and asks god if there ready to meetA sin to religion but a solution to this young manSatan convinced to pull through with the planLittle bill looks confused at the dirty tableThe door is locked and mom is addicted to cableAs he proceeds to pick his weapon of choiceConscience speaks to him in his own voiceTells him that nothing is worth self destructionRecovery is waiting to be allowed to functionBill looks at both choices as he falls to the floorParamedics run quickly to a closed doorHis mother looks shocked as her son criesAfter many attempts he entered the skiesNo happy ending to make you feel okayA life forgotten is lost this dark day
— paul, Apr 03, 2008
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Mark
18 years 2 months ago
Off The Get Go
RSScheerer
18 years 1 month ago
Paul
leahanae
17 years 1 month ago
Love it
orgami
17 years 1 month ago
all things dark