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    to escape reality,
    I retreated to the heart,
    but it looked abandoned,
    and pretty torn apart,
    4 walls,
    completely covered in holes,
    stresses of life,
    slowly taking its tolls,
    i felt so much pain,
    as it struggled to beat,
    with such passion,
    after so many defeats,
    thought to myself,
    if only these walls where made of stone,
    then i shed a tear,
    when i realized this heart is my own..

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

    house’s Poems (17)

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    MY CAUSE OF DEATH 3
    My heart 2
    FREEDOM 1
    HOPE NEVER DIES 1
    HOPE 2
    THIS IS REALITY 2
    DEVASTATED 1
    JUST ANOTHER DAY 1
    Nothing Yet 1
    heartache 0
    THE SADDEST DAY 4
    MY LIFE IN MUSIC 3
    Kim's Poem 1
    UNTITLED 2
    Invincible 1
    Memories Of A Nightmare 4