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My Internal Furnest
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Imaginary Immortal PM
This poem is about a friend of mine making me angry
Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry/Hurt/Comfort - Words: 124 - Published: 04-12-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2906894
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Drifting from house to house, drifting from heart to heart, you make commitments without keeping any promises. My life is bittersweet whenever it comes to you. Unpredictable,life is short and yet you don't give me any support even after I have given you all of me. I pour out my heart before you, but you still take advantage of me. I think we have an emergency, I am burning up and you can't stop this silent violent storm raging on inside of me. I am surprise to see that you are still not shaken. Running out of patience, I am on the brink of losing my temper and yet I don't hurt you because you mean so much to me.
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