tearA Poem by jason larsonsadTeardrops run down my face as the rain begins to fall. This, Ifear, is the place that my heart will always recall. Exactly what is wrong with remembering the pain you've been through? Everything I believe turns out just to be myth damn, why isn't any of it true? Another day passes, not a thread of pain leaves, dawning on me like ten million lashes. Trembling at the thought overlapping in my mind, remembering is something I saught. Thanks to feelings, I find myself in an unwanted bind.
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1 Review Added on June 14, 2010 Last Updated on June 14, 2010 Authorjason larsonpayson, AZAboutWell my name is Jason larson. i'm 17 years old. I play sports and body build. i love making friends and having a good time more..Writing
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