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2/11/2011 9:30:22 PM
Dylan Strom Posts: 4
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cant help but look back, To memories long lost and buried In my brain like Tack's.
I turn the page again to see Who i used to be, A loving, Little, Wild me When I was still free.
I read my way through painful trail's Thats when I start to feel, That my life turned into prison I held this inner hell.
The next chapter begins the same as the last Life has now become a chore, That's no way to look back It feels like someone closed my door.
A few more pages down the drain Surounded by the darkness, Life is one unlawful game I feel the world now equals pain.
Now im here, as far as written Empty, Hurt, and Forbidden, I am sick with peace starvation Thinking death is Salvation.
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