The RideA Poem by ~Anita Sandlin~As each day passes,
I die a little more inside, this pain I cannot hide. I'm tired of this carousel ride, I'm ready to get off, even if that means Suicide. © 2011 ~Anita Sandlin~ |
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Added on June 26, 2011 Last Updated on July 3, 2011 Author
~Anita Sandlin~Prairie Grove, ARAboutI have been writing poetry for about 13 years now. Some of my work is pretty good while others still needs work. I know that I am my own worst critic, but that's how you get better at writing. Most of.. more..Writing
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