Personal HellA Poem by Steven BilodeauDamp this place I found no way to flow. Oh Yeah. Sold my soul, so I could grow, but found my toll in the end. Displaced I am, no where to go. Oh Yeah. Shattered glass ripped the thick a*s air, Tonight a pefect picture of my misery, framed sight. Oh Yeah. I shook my head it bounced for dread. I searched for gold, and now I'm sold. Oh Yeah. The air was cold and now I'm old, f**k yeah! My arms, my hands, my legs hold me down. Oh yeah! Gone now, cause I'm a doll like you. I chose this fate, and now I'm done. We are all dolls.
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2 Reviews Added on September 28, 2009 AuthorSteven BilodeauStratford, CTAboutMy name is Steven Bilodeau, I am 23 years old and I am attending college. I am going for a Bachelors in Science Majoring in Biology and Minoring in Creative Writing. I'm engaged to an amazing girl whi.. more..Writing
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