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By Anabel Lee
Originally Written: 8/17/01
A sadness deep inside that I can't
seem to comprehend.
A void so far down that it's
impossible to fill.
A feeling of discord so
devastatingly painful that
I've lost all touch with sanity.
Being so full of acrid sentiment
that the feelings of animosity
that I have towards myself
and society as a whole grow
increasingly out of control as
each day turns to night. Emotions
subsiding and leaving a
vacant feeling in my soul.The
absence of passion overtaking
my existence almost to the
point of total dementia.
"NO GOOD COULD COME OF THIS"....
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© 2007 Anabel Lee
Published on Wednesday, February 7, 2007.
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"Poetry"
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On Thursday, February 8, 2007, Mylissa
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wrote:
very vivid..I can feel all your words. crushingly beautiful.
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On Wednesday, February 7, 2007, call to arms
(31) wrote:
This is different than anything else I've read of yours. Find this, and let your words continue to feed on this, because ONLY good will come of it :)
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A former member wrote:
Damn, so vivid. You have got serious talent, little lady.
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A former member wrote:
"The absence of passion overtaking my existence almost to the point of total dementia" wow, stunning lines. Found this very poigniant
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On Wednesday, February 7, 2007, Aunty Depressant
(434) wrote:
Poetry and art are often the result of dementia...but so is smearing the wall with your own feces...hmmm. ;)
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On Wednesday, February 7, 2007, Aunty Depressant
(434) wrote:
Definitely gives me a sucked into abyss feel, the end leads me to ponder...how anger/realization is what we need to feel to break free. Welcome to DP.
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