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Subject: Not TC-related poem


Author:
Emelie
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Date Posted: 13:36:56 06/30/03 Mon

Hear the words they're laughing ,laughing about me
The fool you see in front of you is just not ment to be

Steel agains my skin
This fear I've felt within
It shall not be known by the one who knows
where I will go

A week ago I graved my grave
and now I stand there and beg for a pray
I hear the sound; my body's falling towards the ground

Now I feel peace and happiness
And I guess;
This is the meaning of death

copyright Emelie W.

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