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Deprived
Deprived of simple happiness,
Depressed as my soul died,
Many look at me thinking why?,
I know the truth of life,
We live to take up space,
And die to make room.
Depressed as my soul died,
Many look at me thinking why?,
I know the truth of life,
We live to take up space,
And die to make room.
Published 12th Nov 2010
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15th Nov 2010 3:34am
Like a small gothic haiku, it's nicely wrote and drips in this short and to the point prose. Nice poem.
Sincerely,
Darkys Black
Sincerely,
Darkys Black
15th Nov 2010 4:10pm
