death

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    i lie hear unable to speak my blood flowing like a creek I want to see my familyi cant beleive i wont get to say goodbye i try to cry out for help but my lungs are heavy and its getting dark...... will i go above or well i go below where the fire flows like a river of torment to drowned my soul.  

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    smashleigh21 commented on death

    06-02-2009

    I love this poem...so true! It really hits home and I can apply that to my life...that's just what I love about poetry!

    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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