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The End
By Eladrim
Long road
End at last
Where all the things I've sown
Will finally return
And the sweet rest
I've dreamed of
Finds me ready.
Harsh nights
Cold rain
Waiting for a salvation
That never came
I hate how I love the scars
And the crimson flesh
I hate how I love the polluted air
Flowing with every breath
I hate how I love this glass
Filled by lies
I hate how I love the mask
That helps me hide
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Copyright 2005 Eladrim
Published on Thursday, August 4, 2005.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
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On Thursday, August 4, 2005, Forgotten Angel
(309)
wrote:
i like this poem..and emily has a good point..lord knows i wear mine 24/7 or almost...when im sleeping i dont..but yeah..anyway..awesome write! -Kel
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A former member wrote:
we all love the mask that hides us because we begin to need it
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On Thursday, August 4, 2005, Eladrim
(47) wrote:
amen, i love it but wish it wasn't necessary -Jesse
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