WithoutA Poem by Lord of mad menI cannot live; nor can I die I cannot rest or be
awake My days are not bright or dark My life is not good nor bad My nights are not cold or hot My life is not full
or empty My life is not a real
life I am not living or
dead It is not pain nor
pleasure I am not worth or worthless My life is nothing; Nothing without her © 2017 Lord of mad menFeatured Review
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3 Reviews Added on September 26, 2016 Last Updated on April 28, 2017 AuthorLord of mad menThe void., PAAboutI am broken I am scarred I am twisted I am burned I am corrupted I am warped I am distorted I am me After all this time? Always...... I was born the first day of the tenth month of the ye.. more..Writing
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