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w_jk! :-) offline Verified User (3 years, 4 months) Long Term User Shouts: 0 #
An Unknown Location | 3 years, 4 months ago (9 minutes after post)

Wow, a deeply troubled soul..my first instinct is to say have a cry, let it all out.

It says a lot about how you feel….but not what makes you feel that way. If you can understand the problem it is often easier to understand how to solve it.

Ask yourself this…were you happy once, even if it was for one day?. Then explore what made you that way, be that person again….believe me, if you can deal with your demons you can be….you just need to find the path.

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AshLynn offline Verified User (3 years, 11 months) Long Term User Shouts: 1 #
An Undisclosed Location | 3 years, 4 months ago (15 minutes after post)

Wow, that’s pretty intense.
“I’m still just young but I already feel so old.”
I can defiantely feel this line, very true.
Where do you get your inspiration?

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An Undisclosed Location | 3 years, 4 months ago (18 minutes after post)

Life could be so tricky. And when things get so bad and dark, the rest that we could do is to look for ways on how to make things better. Bad things do not change, people around us do not change but we could change on how we look at things and use them to our advantage.

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An Unknown Location | 3 years, 4 months ago (34 minutes after post)

ah…another bud crushed by the disguised manipulators.
No need to cry I can understand your situation, get away from anything that doesn’t suit you in the first place.
Yes i am suffering too, i understand ,in the beginning its the people around you but later it’s you that churns the soul out of your self.
But there is always a way…always a solution.

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An Unknown Location | 3 years, 4 months ago (11 hours, 57 minutes after post)

Wonderful poem. I understand the feelings. They do pass though. Even if it’s only for a few moments, even if it’s only in sleep, there’s enough relief there for us to keep going, until we can find a way to expel it from our hearts and minds permanently.

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An Undisclosed Location | 3 years, 4 months ago (21 hours, 8 minutes after post)

Another strong poem, wow! Although I really respect your talent, the energy is so intense. Have you ever tried painting? Channeling it towards something challenging that requires colour and texture? I believe it would blow us away.

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An Undisclosed Location | 3 years, 4 months ago (1 day after post)

im sorry to say hun, its same as all the others :)

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An Undisclosed Location | 3 years, 4 months ago (1 day, 18 hours after post)

evansent wrote:
im sorry to say hun, its same as all the others :)

Same style:) It would be cool if you tried a different vehicle to express your talent and feelings. Painting maybe.

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An Undisclosed Location | 3 years, 4 months ago (1 day, 22 hours after post)

Max wrote:

evansent wrote:
im sorry to say hun, its same as all the others :)

Same style:) It would be cool if you tried a different vehicle to express your talent and feelings. Painting maybe.

agreed.
I think thats a fab idea hun :)

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Poem: Destroyer.

It’s Legion, this poem will give you some insight to what goes on in my mind, and the burden i bare every day. The failures i cannot forgive myself, i’ve written it out, I am the destroyer. Unfit for love.

Destroyer.

Forgive me please for what I’ve become.
A creature so strong fierce and enraged.
Yet so small and weak. It’s so **** cold.
Unable to feel anything yet feeling so numb.
I’m still just young but I already feel so old.

I’ve build this fortress around my heart.
With hate shame and regrets of my life.
Founded upon the anger of humanity.
A convict of pain, My souls torn apart.
Break down the walls let me be free.

Crushed by the laughter and the abuse.
In torment afraid to face another day.
Spit upon kicked in too, The pain remains.
The pain of knowing that I have no use.
Watching life tick away, counting the grains.

Now I’m the destroyer the crusher of dreams
I am what they’ve planned they made me.
Disgusted by self, my acts and my voice.
Became what I hate, or so now it seems
In truth I’m lost but i never had a choice.

Entombed in my own flesh, stuck in fears.
Lost in the mind of the demon I’ve become.
So hardened on the shell but still eyes burn.
Look into my eyes can’t you see the tears.
Walking the earth as a living breathing urn.

Darkness now fills the confines of my chest.
A black void, once where I held my warmth.
Help me carry on It’s not how I want to live.
No longer can I fight, succumb I need to rest.
Forgive me for madness please will you forgive.

Legion.

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