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XanEx
By HeLlSeND
Been strung out on xanex
so long it’s a reflex
for me to just reject
every aspect of life
So maybe my brains gone
from all of this strain on
this thin line I hang on
now gone from the knife
Or maybe the acid
has wrapped me in plastic
till my soul is flaccid
just askin’ to cope
With my vision blurry
the world seems so scary
and yet they all hurry
to bury my hope
With the cards that I hold
my best bet’s to fold
but I try to stay bold
in this mold that I’m in
If life is such crap
& I’m stuck in this
trap where daily I’m slapped
just for trying to grin
Then why should we hold on
This shoulder a cold one
this boulder that no one
will ever make move
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Copyright 2003 HeLlSeND
Published on Wednesday, September 3, 2003.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Comments on "XanEx"
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A former member wrote:
I felt this one. It is well written. I loved your use of the word "flaccid". Awesome word choices.
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On Wednesday, September 10, 2003, anathema
(50)
wrote:
this is really well done. even if you DID defy me on the gay bashing. ;)
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On Friday, September 5, 2003, Dancing_Monkey
(1246) wrote:
great write.. I feel it totaly. monkey
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On Wednesday, September 3, 2003, cre
(411) wrote:
I like this . . I hear you and I can't tell you how often I have wondered the same things. I am growing very fond of your writing.
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On Wednesday, September 3, 2003, Crystal Passion
(221) wrote:
Oh My! The ending was truly inspired, I too know all too well the cold shoulder. Keep it up you're on your way to my favorites list! -Kryz
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