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Pain
By Mona
Lost to my own identity
the crime of being insane
deteriorating effigies
and sources of my pain.
Dreams become my solitary relief
where I can be who I want to be
but signs aren't so clear
what am I supposed to fear?
Paranoia fuels my relapse
into dark corners of the psyche
I knew it would happen
that I would never be alright.
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Copyright 2014 Mona
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A former member wrote:
I like how shortness and simplicity meet in this poem and is also very raw and relatable.
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A former member wrote:
The intensity of the emotions you put on the paper is overwhelming.. Very well written.. "Dreams become my solitary relief where I can be who I want to be"... Oh, I know that feeling very very well! I can relate to you.. Without our dreams we would be condemned to die 1000 deaths every day.. Thank you for sharing! :)
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On Thursday, November 20, 2014, Damon Tarloth
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wrote:
Dark... I like it. Nicely Inked... I try to use all the pain and sorrow to my advantage, as the more I can endure, the more I am prepared for the next disaster... Keep writing and never trust anyone completely, as that is when we are the most vulnerable, and won't see the Devil is disguise... Damon
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A former member wrote:
Very raw and bleak, can so relate
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On Thursday, October 16, 2014, soul_versing
(774) wrote:
It takes such a strength to force out the past and the emotions clinging to it. And some times rereading these very words will drown you all over again. Enduring pain makes us stronger in the end; however, history has its way of repeating itself. Never second guess who you are and live everyday. Beautifully writ, love♥
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