Apr 03, 2010 16:34
I live my day
with this loathsome feeling
in the pit of my stomach.
I breath every day
this toxic air
coming from the Factories of hate,
all around me.
I talk with you every day,
but my words are muffled
by the acid in my mouth.
I wake up every morning
and nothing change.
Everything stays still.
Nothing disobeys the Law of Hate.
poetry,
art,
hate
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Stop being good at writing, and leave some talent for the rest of us. xD
Just kidding - I'm jealous because I haven't been able to write anything for awhile. -__-
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