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Jul 2013
The pearls,
Oh how they remind me of the ocean
The cool breeze, the waves slowly crashing
The birds (I forget what they're called, seagills I think)
Yeah, them, flying through the sky and landing on the shores

All the happy memories I once had
All the happy times
Now taken away from me
Snatched right from my fingers
And now here I am left cold
Cold and naked in an empty room, all black

With no soul left,
no emotions,
feelings,
nothing,
no memories

A slave to myself, a slave to the only things I know
Toture to the soul
No mercy, that's all I've known
All he's taught me

Death be upon thy soul were the only words I were taught
He snatched them all, all my memories
And all my happy thoughts
He naked me, naked my soul, naked my mind
And left me there
In that dark empty room with all the voices

The voices
Oh yes, it was the voices that kept me in agony
They kept whispering
"The end is coming" "The end is coming"
Beatened down and broken
There was nothing left to live for,
So I ended it

I don't know where I got it
But sonehow a knife when through my heart
Ending all the agony and within those last few moments,
I remembered
I saw the pearls again one last time
The pearls that reminded me of my memories

Funny what love can do to you
Funny how it emptys you
How it leaves you naked with only the voices to clench to
Margaretta Sackor
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Margaretta Sackor  20/F/Virginia, USA
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