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    paigerwaiger94 Posts: 87, Reputation: 3
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    Sep 26, 2009, 07:00 PM
    New poem.
    I'm just sitting here,
    Letting it all go.
    As I tell myself:
    "I made it,"
    "I'm alive, I know it,"
    But I'm not though.
    There's a part of me that's gone,
    Never to return,
    Its everything I want,
    And yet I stay to watch it burn.
    So Im just sitting here,
    Letting the tears flood,
    Thinking to myself
    This is not good.
    And I know that I know better,
    But still I can't stop it.
    There's a part of me that's gone,
    Never to return.
    Its everything I want,
    And yet I stay to watch it burn.

    Please tell me what you think.
    -paige.
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    Dec 5, 2009, 04:10 PM

    Anyone?
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    Feb 23, 2012, 05:37 PM
    Bravo I LOVE IT I think it's a great Poem. It seems to express emotions and it surly touched me dearly. :) all smiles.
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