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by Sorefromreality Mar 13, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I loved and i lost i lost then i found i soared up to the clouds then fell to the ground my ups and downs are part of life and death from the time i am born until my final breath i suffer then rejoice i am silent then discover my voice i begin before i end i am ripped, then i mend in my life i do alot of crying it won't end until i begin dying i will live but eventually die i may be honest but my life is a lie ups and downs are tiresome not knowing what tomorrow holds it's like being made of paper constantly getting unexpected rips and folds
by VYXSIN
Honestly that is a really kool poem 5/5good work