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People
People leave and people go
Strangers I love
And friends that are foe
Everybody promises
To be here forever
But they all left me in the end
Life is a hopeless endeavor
Why waste time feeding your soul
If the point of life is to die
Then shouldn't death be your goal?
It's mine and I've finnaly succeeded
So for those who left
And those who I've yet to greet
FUCK YOU ALL
FOR IN HELL WE SHALL MEET
Strangers I love
And friends that are foe
Everybody promises
To be here forever
But they all left me in the end
Life is a hopeless endeavor
Why waste time feeding your soul
If the point of life is to die
Then shouldn't death be your goal?
It's mine and I've finnaly succeeded
So for those who left
And those who I've yet to greet
FUCK YOU ALL
FOR IN HELL WE SHALL MEET
Published 25th Jul 2012
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25th Jul 2012 9:23pm
A very emotional poem, expressing very deep nihilistic thoughts. In your words, which were seemingly influenced by anger and hate, you did express the inconsistency of people's promises and the meaningless imagery that life seems to be in a very personal way, well done~
26th Jul 2012 5:37am
And you just made my day :D thank you for dissecting my shit called poetry and actually hitting what I tried to say dead on.
28th Jul 2012 6:26am
