The monster
by My Broken Element of Love Aug 22, 2008
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These lies devour me with me believing every word. These events that bent me with ever tearing torment. These ideas have me by the throat , the suffocation is the ultimate freedom. I'm gasping for air , wheezing away all the problems, but nothing can steal away your choice of death. |
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15 years ago
It's so perfect but If u wrote those sentences in stanzas ,that would be much better and it would give a beautiful taste to the poem...
Keep up the good work:)..
