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there is this feeling of emptiness i cannot express
its hard to know who you are after keeping all your memories repressed
there are too many places, people, and things i've seen
how well i've held on this long is beyond my belief
you think you know i'm happy, you think everything is ok
and you cant see it deep inside, how im withering away
i've never been able to keep anything i've gotten
its so hard to remember all i've forgotten
i've tried so many ways
but it seems my heart has gone astray
i cry, i scream
but it never brings the life out of me
what have i become
how can i be feeling this numb
i know that hidden deep within my mind
is something there waiting to tear me apart from the inside
it will come at a time that i cannot predict
while in my head and my heart i feel sick
i dont know what i could do to prevent this
but i think its alright, in the end i really need it



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On Wednesday March 31st, 2004, BoldSolitude (275) writes:
I really liked the line "its hard to know who you are after keeping all your memories repressed". These memories affect our personality and yet we block them out, thus forgetting why we are the way we are.


On Tuesday March 30th, 2004, Ravenblade (273) writes:
I loved the title...and the line "and you cant see it deep inside, how im withering away," I actually think I'm in love with the concept of withering away...>Raven<


On Thursday March 25th, 2004, Reverend Machine (90) writes:
i relate to this peace so much, strange, i can barly recall high school or my first yr of college, however when i am really depressed i seem to remmeber much more then normal...great write i enjoyed it...-Dark


On Monday March 22nd, 2004, Mute Serenade (216) writes:
"i've never been able to keep anything i've gotten, its so hard to remember all i've forgotten"- life is a double edged sword... (enjoyed)-Sue Zen (Unconscious Jester)



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