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January 2002 Poetry

My pleasure,

is understood by no one.

Deep cuts bring a rush,

only I feel,

through out my body.

~

My Pleasure,

would bring others pain.

Scars of broken yesterdays,

cover me.

But pain never heals.

~

My pleasure,

is confusing to all.

But as time passes,

my life gets shorter,

soon I will be gone.



~*~ Jill ~*~

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this on 1-2-02. Just another streak of depression in the form of writing.. lol. I have to write about this kind of stuff so I don't actually start doing it again.  

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last updated 12 October 2010 - 12:54am
©13 March 2002 - 9:52pm — hccgirl04
12 May 2002 - 9:21am — Bruce Pickett (not verified)
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Good work, good indeed. Hey if you are ever depressed e-mail me and talk to me bout it. I think I could help ya (I"VE BEEN THROUGH A LOT)take it easy for now.

Keep up the good work.

Bruce