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    Shown on display through a soul still breaking. Aren't you proud you're the one that made me? Aren't you proud you're the one that made me.......

    My tea's gone cold; I'm wondering why.
    The why, the who what when, the where, and the how
    'til I'm grabbin my hair and I'm tearin it out

    i can't listen to my favorite songs anymore.
    because each drum beat is a massacre,
    each keystroke is a regret,
    and each chord is a memory of you

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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

    zulekapaki’s Poems (18)

    Title Comments Submitted
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    if noboby love me 0 03/05/2009
    i cant belive this 0 03/05/2009
    teddys dont hug back 0 03/05/2009
    bruised 0 03/05/2009
    hate 0 03/05/2009
    remember 0 03/05/2009
    sometimes 0 03/05/2009
    dont be afriad 0 03/05/2009
    story 0 02/02/2009
    I know you're coming for the people like me 0 02/02/2009
    I miss that part when we moved forward 0 02/02/2009
    what to do with out you 0 02/02/2009
    no one here 0 02/02/2009
    whats love with out hate? 0 02/02/2009
    i follow my dreams don't label me 0 02/02/2009
    How could we lose sight of what matters most 0 02/02/2009
    im lost in a world that does not want me 0 02/02/2009
    when words fail music speaks 1 02/02/2009
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