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Addict
By DarkReality
Drifting,floating,intentions unseen
hiding amongst broken dreams
I look at the light and the people of the light
smiling,laughing.happy
Pleased to be alive?
I don't hate life, I'm addicted to hate.
Why? How the hell should I know?
" Pain is the price of freedom " says the Queen of Disguises
How true.
But would you want it any other way?
No.
Am I so use to pain, that when it's absent, I crave it?
Are we so accustomed to the cold, that warmth repulses us?
Its sad because it's true.
God likes it that way
'cause he has a sick sense of humor
He made me didn't he?
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Copyright 2005 DarkReality
Published on Thursday, March 31, 2005.
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On Tuesday, January 30, 2007, happilydepressed
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i really enjoyed this,great fucking write
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A former member wrote:
In a sense, we all fel this weay in some part of our lives. good job!
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A former member wrote:
ummmm.....great...i...guess...
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On Thursday, March 31, 2005, Forgotten Angel
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hmm...i can relate..'nother great poem! -Kel
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