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Character
by David B Trussell
Monday, June 17, 2002
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I’m fine,
Just a little more suicidal than I was yesterday.
I’m happy,
Just a bit less of my life loved.
I’m fine,
I’m just a wandering person waiting.
I’m happy,
Just ready to die.
Declare of war,
Scars are worth more,
Than I could ever want or need.
But it shows what I used to be.
Informed my master,
To wait.
I’m fine,
Just a little worse than I was yesterday.
I’m okay,
I just wish you could and would talk to me.
Why can’t you tell me?
Haven’t I loved you enough?
Why can’t you tell me?
Haven’t I loved you?
How much must I care?
I have no more left to give,
You go and tell everyone,
But you’ll never tell me.
Why can’t I be told?
Don’t you know you’re considerately killing me?
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| Reviewed by Amor Sabor |
6/18/2002 |
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| A very fine write! Even though the bitterness lasts a while it does fade and the lows from love are the same impetus that produce the highs. |
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| Reviewed by jude forese |
6/17/2002 |
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| sometimes it's hard for others to hear our cries... |
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| Reviewed by D. Enise |
6/17/2002 |
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I can relate to this one right now.
Until I get myself up off of the floor, emersed in my own tears..
I remember, that I "can"..get back up, and walk away.
Very emotioanl Write!
I second Peggy.. I hope this is just a write.
Just in case..*hugs*
~Jen
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