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They who would have me forget

Member since 2003 · Posted 2 Dec 2003 · Edited 2 Dec 2003 · 4 comments

They tell me, "laugh". They tell me, "smile". They tell me, "pain fades after a while". "Turn your back". "Leave it behind". "Find solace in a joy of another kind". But I live for that grief. I live for that pain. That ache in my heart like an acid rain. Every second I mourn. Every second I cry. I give meaning to the losses of days gone by.

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[7] richa 2-Dec-03/1:22 PM Reply

good rhythm I think. Acid does not ache you though, it burns. In fact acid rain is too weak to do much at all, dissolve gravestones slowly perhaps.

[7] Jill Stockinger 2-Dec-03/2:48 PM Reply

The real feeling comes through.
It comes across as a bit trite, but still
heart-felt.

[9] titan69 23-Sep-04/12:43 PM Reply

this is just so good

[10] sir_heff 13-Dec-04/9:32 AM Reply

we really do have a lot in common, i always get hung on shit too. just feels wrong to forget it...
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i think this is your best one, well mabye the one about truth is better, but there close anyway