Heartless SoulA Poem by RandomFighting to live is obscene and sore, your scared of death and what it stands for, you being the only one I think of after you walked out the door.
I think if I lose touch people would fight me, because of the emotional stress I have nightly, people will hurt me or it might be, the grip you have on me so tightly,
Everything is darkening like its turning to coal, messing up my life down to this heartless soul.
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1 Review Added on December 29, 2008 AuthorRandomBarrie, CanadaAboutI'm 15, I'm a very well poet I can make people change with the messages in my poetry....read carefully and you will see eventually. more..Writing
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