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Take what you have and go. Just leave me here to suffer upon new found sickness.
It's not as if It matters as I cannot have my revenge, I cannot have a salvation and I cannot belong. Nothing, Is inside me. Nothing, is upon me. Nothing is supporting me. For I am nothing. What Belonged to me is but a memory in my severed, empty mind.
And Forever, Whatever may come, I remain a fractured past.
- by FlashEatingFleshEater |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 01/02/2011 |
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- Title: Kill.
- Artist: FlashEatingFleshEater
- Description: this is a thought in the head of an African slave. I know it is short but you know what they say, Short and Sweet(or in this case sour).
- Date: 01/02/2011
- Tags: kill
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- bookworm67 - 01/18/2011
- that's really very beautiful. i wasn't having a very good day, and what you wrote made me happy that people still care about writing and are willing to contribute something positive to society instead of just running around like emotionless thugs smile thanks for making my day worthwhile
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