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Confession concession
By Deathkitten
When you're raking truth across the yard,
you'll tend to stumble over a stick or stone
So, here's my confession
I'm selling until I run out, in this concession
from where I stand
I know not of boundaries
nor cut & dry lands
Special gifts astound me
Pleasing is never easy, when you walk my way
Moods are interchangable
I'm the night before & after day
My skin has thickened almost to a leather
Scars are visible from debris of life
Thoughts; untouchable
Untraceable; they may erupt
Heart's beaten into a sludge
Ego's bruised from spiteful words
Self-esteem's tired & under-weigh
Aggression squirms beneath the surface
Depression meets & merges
They think they know
but what's exact?
I'd tell you more
and I might do that
at the next confession
from my concession
where I stand
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Copyright 2013 Deathkitten
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On Friday, March 8, 2013, haunted
(849)
wrote:
awesome kitten this is a kick ass poem. haha damn! its that good! thanks for being so brutally honest and it put a smile on my face because it just says fuck yeah! loved it.
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On Friday, March 8, 2013, Deathkitten
(573) wrote:
Well thank you, Haunted & thanks for reading me again. Glad you enjoyed it :)
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On Friday, March 8, 2013, dwells
(4284) wrote:
And the raking continues, and the dead leaves gathered, for the buring perhaps, cheers DK!
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On Friday, March 8, 2013, Deathkitten
(573) wrote:
One day, when all my dead leaves are done falling, and all of them are gathered into a giant pile...that is when I will set them on fire.
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