Twisted

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    Twisted

    I can not tell a lie about the tears they'll cry if i die .Some may cry 'but others may sigh,therfore i cannot tell a lie. It'll be quick as lightning,just so I can't rewind my mind about the way to die.
    I ask for nothing from no one ,to only receive everything.So many emotions riping threw my body as a sewing machine to cotton, wishing to be forgotten. I only succed in failure & that is not a lie, so why shouldn't i die?
    No one loves me but ,my kids are the ones who help my blood to still flow through me, & let me stay alive.The pain & agony of being a live makes me so much closer taking the big dive,I cannot tell a lie.
    Not knowing my purpose in life only keeps me inraged , I cannot tell a lie.Who am I? I ask my self so many times to only get no answer,only tears i cry, I canot tell a lie.
    Tired of trying,only thinking about dying & just to stop the crying & that is not a lie ,but how shall i die??

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    sacret commented on Twisted

    02-19-2009

    not to drfine our purpose in life. just to instruct our peace./sacret

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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