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UNTITLED

Standing in shattered glass, none of the pieces left intact, my life is not what it use to be , it never was. Living day to day hiding my feelings form the ones i love. I put on a good show, but none will ever know! I'm a shattered mirror, that i myself broke and collected the bad luck! Blocking anyone who tries to get close, i feel myself falling slowly in to a deep hole that i can never escape form! Although I try, I never really succeed. Life is overrated at this point. I defy society, not at my own will, but it's who I am, but know one can ever know!
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dameon-eaton
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Aug 25, 2011
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First poem Ive ever wrote so give me feedback all types please!

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