Thread: "Scribble"
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Old 05-21-2005, 03:05 PM   #1
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My feelings flow from pen to paper,
Letting go of all the anger,
Watching teardrops stain the paper,
Emotion falling, flying faster.

Hidden wounds that ooze my pain,
I want to close them,
Walk away.

My mouth a gaping hole,
I cannot see,
I cannot feel.

I wage a battle with myself,
You made me a prison
You shut me inů

Do I loathe me?
Do I love me?

Tell me true!
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