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A depressing poem. Deal with it. Rated T for cutting.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry/Angst - Words: 98 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 1 - Published: 06-04-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2371794
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My Regrets, My pain…
They're all ways here.
No, matter where I go,
No, matter what I do,
They're here.
I try to run,
But, I cannot.
I try to get away,
But, It's no use
They're always here.
I fight them, but they always win.
They continue to kill me slowly inside.
No one knows,
No one cares.
My regrets, my pain…
Flow sliently down my arm.
My regrets, my pain...
Haunt me until the end.
The Emo Poet ©2007 No use of the poem is allowed without consent of The Emo Poet.
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