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Making me grow old
Starting as a child you began to call my name The body grows but there’s a place Im still the same Wishing I had died that day you sent me to the earth The worst day of my life was the day of my birth I have hurt your heart and wounded myself outside You never told me all the things I would have to hide The day I began to fall was the day part of me died He told me it would never make a difference but now I know he lied He led me down a path and I cant find it’s end But Im beginning to see were my path will descend To a place were I have no more hope to hold Not that I have any now so without it I grow old My soul begins to age and my spirit begins to die Knowing it will hurt I turn to my past and cry Wishing I had found just one thing to hold on to I never ask for a God damn perfect life from you I just wanted some peace to call mine And for a moment in this hell of a life to shine To know someone cared and for a moment feel love But I don’t even now if there is a higher above And if there is and he even gave a damn than why am I here Contentment replaced with loneliness and love with fear The only thing you ever gave me was one damn tear Not even your own it hade to be mine You tell me to look but what am I supposed to find There is nothing but darkness and my sun grows so cold Letting go of the things that I feel I had a hold But its all of the things I don’t have a hold that make me grow old This makes me grow old sorry for the swearing but its what i felt
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06-09-2003, 02:44 AM
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very touching sam...
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06-09-2003, 03:23 PM
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Wow! That was good
 
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06-09-2003, 06:04 PM
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I understand the Darkness, Sam. I truly feel for you... go read Caution-Scary stuff... you'll see
Very deep-feeling poem..good for you..
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Very nice!!
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Hi Sam,
I sense the pain from within coming fourth in this piece. I know of these kinds of wounds of the soul. In time you will heal. Very touching poem. ~Hestla's Honey~ 
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Wow.
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