PAIN.

PAIN.

A Poem by Sarah
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this one isn't exactly meant for reading. its just what went on in my mind.

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Pain. Anger. Agony. Misery. Hatred. Death.
Pain. Anger. Agony. Misery. Hatred. Death.
Pain. Anger. Agony. Misery. Hatred. Death.
Pain. Anger. Agony. Misery. Hatred. Death.
Pain. Anger. Agony. Misery. Hatred. Death.
Pain. Anger. Agony. Misery. Hatred. Death.
Pain. Anger. Agony. Misery. Hatred. Death.
Pain. Anger. Agony. Misery. Hatred. Death.
Pain. Anger. Agony. Misery. Hatred. Death.
Pain. Anger. Agony. Misery. Hatred. Death.
Pain. Anger. Agony. Misery. Hatred. Death.
Pain. Anger. Agony. Misery. Hatred. Death.
Pain. Anger. Agony. Misery. Hatred. Death.
Pain. Anger. Agony. Misery. Hatred. Death.
Pain. Anger. Agony. Misery. Hatred. Death.
Pain. Anger. Agony. Misery. Hatred. Death.
Pain. Anger. Agony. Misery. Hatred. Death.
Pain. Anger. Agony. Misery. Hatred. Death.
Pain. Anger. Agony. Misery. Hatred. Death.
Pain. Anger. Agony. Misery. Hatred. Death.
Pain. Anger. Agony. Misery. Hatred. Death.
Pain. Anger. Agony. Misery. Hatred. Death.
Pain. Anger. Agony. Misery. Hatred. Death.
Pain. Anger. Agony. Misery. Hatred. Death.
Pain. Anger. Agony. Misery. Hatred. Death.
Pain. Anger. Agony. Misery. Hatred. Death.

© 2010 Sarah


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Im quiet, thoughtful, and i dont like expressing myself with an audience. thats why i do it through music, stories, and poetry. more..