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Cutting the memories

By Julie Hobson
16.10.2005
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cutting memories


	Remenicent standing on the brink of reality ready to fall into my hole of pain all the cuts are the memories and days spent lonely in the rain what silver blade pierced the skin the blood stains the carpet, my life, my kin all the blood symbolizes the feeling that I need to lose I can't stop each red line represents the life I dont want to lead the scars stay forever just as the memories will a flashback of hunger of hatred of force I'm losing myself to what was never real and all the memories are what make me feel feel all of the things that no one should even know all of the cuts let me know that me, and me alone can control the future the one which I will not have *Written by Julie Hobson* Submitted by Julie Hobson

ImJustMe

1129 days ago Reply

I know exactly how that feels.Your poem is really awsome.....I understand it.My poems are built around the same things....But like I said I really like your poem!
PEACE!

1128 days ago Reply

Hey sweetie, this poem really makes me think of the times we stopped for each other. I want you to know that I am proud of you (i know i`ve said that countless times). I love this poem, but not as much as I love you!

christina

1115 days ago Reply

This poem is amzing !

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