my life
my world is bitter cold.it's dark, shallow, and full of horrible surprises.
things pop up...
horrible things. things like death and abuse.
these things i live with are part of my life
my life
my world is bitter cold.Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.
T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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My Broken Heart | 1 | 03/22/2010 |
With my eyes Closed | 1 | 12/14/2009 |
I see it | 0 | 12/14/2009 |
weak and fragle | 0 | 08/14/2009 |
my life | 0 | 08/14/2009 |
wrong reasons | 0 | 08/14/2009 |
YOU | 0 | 05/06/2009 |
in the past | 0 | 05/06/2009 |
What I Want | 0 | 05/06/2009 |
Only if You Knew | 0 | 05/06/2009 |
Farwell love, farewell | 0 | 05/06/2009 |
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