Poetry is all that lies hereThis Putrid world shall only depend on my Diseased existance and morbid soul, I am but a Zombie.
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Name: Dreary
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Birthday: 5/17/1988
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Tuesday, July 06, 2004

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Monday, August 25, 2003

So strong was it built
No more to rise
Nevertheless to fall.
With paves of stone.

Hit with rocks, metals,
and strain.
My fortress did not give in.

It stood there tall in the amidst.
holding pride and still standing Stong..

My fortress has been hit.
With something unknown,
Twas not a stone a metal
or any other drone.
It crumbles with now so bleak.
and  shattered souls.
What has called my fortress to fall.
It was "Love"


Sunday, June 01, 2003

I try to do what is right,

I seldom think of the wrong.

I keep holding on tight.

But now I don't even care if I belong.

The things that I do,

The reasons I cry,

Don't ask me for the answers,

I don't even know why.

But what I will say,

Is that i'll do what I have to do,

To make a better next day,

If it'll just please you.


Friday, May 23, 2003

I've lost interest in writing


Saturday, May 10, 2003

I will not cry.

I will move on.

I will not die,

until the love is gone.



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