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Stain
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Pieces falling
So like rain
Here then gone
Leaving only this stain
And now I am
Forever to wonder
What happened
How it all went under
It'd be so easy
To pull the trigger
But somehow thoughts of suicide
Make my problems that much bigger
No, I don't much feel
Like dying today
Then again, what's it matter?
I was never living anyway
Blacks and whites
All I see
No colors left, no rainbows now
Yet I claim being happy
Wear this smile
Laughter drowns out pain
Here then gone
I'll never clean this stain...
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Copyright 2004 Ideas
Published on Saturday, February 7, 2004.
Filed under: "Reflective" and
"Poetry"
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A former member wrote:
Wow,this is very beautiful.
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On Saturday, February 7, 2004, Johny_D_Lewis
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wrote:
wow, so dark, so alone on the inside, just hang in there
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