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Poetry By: LizLew
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When will it be fate's turn to take what it dishes out? I'm not th worst off and I know I'm not the only one wondering, but when will all pain stop?


Submitted:Aug 3, 2011    Reads: 32    Comments: 5    Likes: 2   


I totally give up! I can't fight this war,
I'll my white flag, I can't play this game anymore!
The cruel pain, oh God how it hurts,
When you fight a fire, you get burnt.
I'm fed up of healing then being hurt again,
This is where all that ends.
I'll either rise and defeat your evil reign,
Or I'll fall without getting up again.
Either way, I don't really care,
You made me play this game, and you're not playing fair.
So have it your way, I can't fight anymore,
My body is bruised, my heart is sore.
So do what you want, I'm walking away.
Like light and hope did, I refuse to stay.
You've torn my world apart, now it's your turn,
To play with your fire, your turn to get burnt.





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