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Poetry By: darkism

Tags: Thinking


Submitted:Sep 28, 2010    Reads: 46    Comments: 3    Likes: 2   


Im thinking ,where im I going??

Am I going to marker rings?,down the drain,above my pain,above my shame,

living in scare,living in fear,i daubt that my life is near,but i can still feel the end of me,

sliping slow,mybe rolling in the darkes flow,the seconds are counting my failure,

they feel ,that i tremble benith them,they dont think its funny to mack them,

they only feed by the fear of people,that think that they are not so quicker as the

humanity progresses into the next level of my intuelectual mind.Exept that i dont

reallise the meaning of my existance,in the case that so many mill. people,

live by the doubt,why are they doing those things that they do?.


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