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Old September 28th, 2005, 09:28 PM  
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As coarse as a rose,
the love slips deep into me.
I have a feeling of euphony.
A little to pleasurable for the moment,
A little to pleaserable to waste on someone like me.
Happiness was never something I deserved.
I hurt to many people to not smoke the rooms.
A tear slides down my mother's face.
A thick piece of ice slowly molds onto my shoulder.
I turn away from the distress of it all.
As coarse as a rose,
the love slips into me.
Im not beginning to feel this guilt inside anymore.
I can be more helpful by.
turning away from society.
As said by bon jovi,"
When the world gets in my face, I say...Have a nice day!"
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