Poetically Retarded

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    Poetically Retarded

     i lay in my bed
    i swear im half dead
    these walls scream your name
    they remeber the pain
    the lies you told
    are getting old
    and yet they keep coming

    i try to hold my head high
    but i cant keep living my lie
    walking around zombielike
    cant get the wheels off my trike
    im doing all i can
    to move on and find a real man.


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    ImStillHere commented on Poetically Retarded

    09-09-2010

    i can definatly relate :/ all us girls can do is try to shake it all off and keep in going. :) i hope you fing your real man, hun.
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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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