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Drifting,floating,intentions unseen
hiding amongst broken dreams
I look at the light and the people of the light
smiling,laughing.happy
                                Pleased to be alive?
I don't hate life, I'm addicted to hate.
Why? How the hell should I know?
" Pain is the price of freedom " says the Queen of Disguises
                                How true.
But would you want it any other way?
No.
Am I so use to pain, that when it's absent, I crave it?
  Are we so accustomed to the cold, that warmth repulses us?
Its sad because it's true.
                                God likes it that way
                         'cause he has a sick sense of humor
                                He made me didn't he?



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i really enjoyed this,great fucking write


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In a sense, we all fel this weay in some part of our lives. good job!


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ummmm.....great...i...guess...


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hmm...i can relate..'nother great poem! -Kel



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