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* UNTITLED *

Again I am at a path of destruction.All I wonder is how I came this far in this life of darkness I have unfortunately this,what I have been cursed with,since I was little.For it is as helplessness which is what I wish would go away.For it only gets worse as each day goes on this is something so unexplainable only my eyes tell the true fear of this.How can this be true?The things I have seen would make your skin crawl.What I've been trough you would not believe more or less it is unrealistic to be true,yet it is,and I have to accept some people are meant to follow a path that has been planned out for all of us,but why was my path full of this?Inside only fearing what each night might bring next.I am so controlled by forces to great for what no one could ever believe is true.Though trust me nothing is impossible in the hands of what's not real though it is.All of it...

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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

bettina’s Poems (25)

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My Blood Shed 1
MY PAIN 1
BLINK OF AN EYE 1
A QUOTE 0
THOUGHTS 0
BREAKING WALLS 0
TURN 0
* UNTITLED * 0
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PRESSURE 0
THIS 0
BROKEN 0
ETERNITY 0
FALLING 0
FEAR 0
THE MIRROR 0
IT 0
MY BEAUTY 0
REFLECTION 0
PAINFUL THOUGHT 0
KNOWING 0
NOTHING 0
AWAKENING 0
FORSAKEN INNOCENCE 0
REALITY 0