Nowhere, too littleA Poem by suediv07Blind streets, wasted time... What else is left to live?Don't search for me anymore, don't call me I can't hear your voice anymore 'cause in my veins they found the sweet darkness liquor provided by smoothly pills to which I commended this last desire Perhaps after the body there's something after the soul and my atoms won't spread into the void but will feel new dimensions and emotions. Time elapsed and i hope that regretting earthquake will stop.
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Added on February 10, 2008 Authorsuediv07AboutI searched for myself and I discovered to have lived another one's life into a despised body. I drew my psychic perimeter and now I can define who I am but above all who some people kept me from being.. more..Writing
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