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Published: 2003-01-04 22:43:32 +0000 UTC; Views: 113; Favourites: 2; Downloads: 12
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Sketchesby M.C.J.
imaginary,
unseen,
invisible,
clean,
to you: no lines-no scars-no traces from a far time ago.
but seen with my eyes,
these images sketched on my flesh,
are of a time of goodbyes, of tears, of cries,
where i let it all get to my head.
and my heart knows,
that the pain flows,
and it till grows,
consuming me.
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i can relate, but i'll leave it at that, i'm no psychic vampire.
the poem gets me thinking, i guess that's why i decided to comment. it sometimes feels like the people who you were once with can't see your pain, and that just makes it worse. if this is really how you feel, and by the looks of it, it is, then hang in there, and look for the people around you who notice you and can help you get through it.
but to the person who inflicts this pain upon you, show them you're strong.
sorry if i got to philosophical. great stuff with the poem, and good luck.
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i usually don't go to random poems and comment, but this is a wonderful poem. i'm adding you to my watch, ok?
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