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I hate my past.
It drags me down,
Down into the ground.
My face is scraped,
And I should bleed.
But yet I don't,
Instead I just feed,
Feed on the pain.
It kills my heart,
It withers and dies,
And leaving me cold.
Now just a shell,
A shell, my hell.
All because of it,
Because of my past,
I hate my past.
- by dragonlord965 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/28/2009 |
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- Title: I Hate My Past
- Artist: dragonlord965
- Description: title explains it. you may have seen this poem before on Deviantart or Poetry.com. I submitted this to both. You might have even seen it in the poetry book, I think it was called "Forever Spoken". I dont remember. But this is mine. Comments if you want, dont really care about critique since this is the first and final version of it.
- Date: 07/28/2009
- Tags: hate past
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