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  • Confusion

    How

    How did it go that far
    To the point where I couldn't turn back
    Where no one could help me
    To the point where I didn't know what else to do
    except do it again
    But it doesn't help anymore and the scars
    Well they act only as reminders
    Reminders of past mistakes
    The pain I was in and the pain
    That eased my problems
    Reminders of the person I used to be
    And the person I have become
    And the stench of alcohol on my breath
    Well it acts only as a new reminder........

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    GingerBenjamin commented on How

    03-27-2009

    very beautiful and intense

    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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