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03-15-2007, 01:35 PM | #1 | |||
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feling the stubble on my head of hair that was once there.
no more pain. not so much. can you tell by looking at me can you tell oh can't you see. i am just me. no more rest of you life in pain , setting the watch, watching the clock. i have felt so much...... pain pain pain, was all i knew. pain inflicted by myself. waves of electric shock . lost days and months. injections were the cure so needless now. my hair will soon grow my life will renew. ok my shot at a poem first draft i'll work on it. |
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03-15-2007, 02:07 PM | #2 | |||
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Nice Shelly. work aka poem. Like it bunches,Thanks for sharing it. keep it up. Shoot I bet it didnt even take that long for it to come to you in mind... think of what to write...words. Kinda fun , I love to write . nice you added some "sunshine" here .Thanks Peace BWM. |
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