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The Thoughts of a Broken Man

-Thoughts of a Broken Man As you listen to the mind Thoughts echoing throughout eternity Thoughts being lost through insanity The heart doesn't speak anymore I guess the pain is just too much to bear sometimes. After being broken as many times I don't blame it. But as the feelings turn into nothing And thoughts turn to madness Love turns into hate And that broken man Just gives up Is there anything wrong with him? Or is it just who he is? Do the people that he is afiliated with really hate him? Or is that just a thought? A memory forgotton A

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Doesn't have a nameBe my love My life, my only means of happiness Hold my heart in your hand And break it in two Be my anger, my hate For you, for myself. For everyone around me Be the razorblade against my wrists So sharp, so precise Cut me deeper, so my blood can leave the veins Be the bullet in the barrell of the gun Thirsty for my blood, my life. Longing to spill my brains across the wall Be the cancer in my cigarette Killing me slowly but surely Leaving me to drown in a pool of tar in my lungs Be the reaper to guide me to my final resting place Heaven, Hel Doesn't have a name
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Can't think of a name forA young boy Only 6 years old Believing life is a game to be played Day after day
The boy grows older, Slowly into a man he will never like Scarred by the razor winds of time Knowing his game is finally over And he had lost
Life has taken its toll And the price was his happiness Love will never be a friend this boy will know For his fear of being hurt again The boy is now the man he never wanted to be
As this man takes a deep look into the mirror Only to realize life has passed him by Left him to die alone In a world he mo Can't think of a name for
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Mirror MirrorMirror, mirror. Who is this man staring back at me? Because this isn't me. His eyes are filled with life There is hope for his future Mirror, mirror. This reflection is decieving For I am bitter and cold Drugged and crazed. This man I see deep within you, mirror, is not me. Mirror, mirror. I am alone and miserable Confused Can you show me the way? For the path I see is dark Mirror, mirror. Don't leave me here alone Don't leave me in the cold Mirror Mirror
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Its a rainy dayDo you remember me? I'm that guy you left behind. Doesn't my name bring back those bittersweet memories you tried to forget? Those nightmares. I was that guy you left in the park that day. And I've waited here for you, through rain, snow, and shine. Writing these sweet love letters Playing this soothing music Hoping that one day you can see this boy patiently waiting For you But I've run out of paper and ink And my guitar is out of tune. I've been made fun of, beaten, torn, and hurt And yet I still wait And you still have yet to look my way. What does th Its a rainy day
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Oh wha wow

Tue Oct 13, 2009, 2:56 AM

Hard to think that I started this when I was about 15 or so.
My 20th birthday just passed recently and I realized that I don't spend my time writing anymore.
Yeah of course I still pull the creative muscle in my brain now and again for thoughts of a videogame I'd like to create.
Oh yeah, I'm in college.

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Current Residence: Somewhere you won't find
Interests: Computer games, music
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Favourite band or musician: Too many
Favourite genre of music: metal
Favourite poet or writer: Chuck Palahniuk
Operating System: Oh God.....
MP3 player of choice: iTunes
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Favourite game: FEAR
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~Sa3lyn Jun 4, 2007, 9:49:28 AM

Hey Dave! It sure has been a while! Things are going pretty well, trying to get back into the art thing a little more. How have you been?

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~Anthl Oct 10, 2006, 7:44:06 AM

Happy Birthday again, doesn't seem too long ago that I was saying this to you last. Time's moving heh..

Welp, hope you have another fun-filled adventurous year!

Ciao,
Chris

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~Junkie-J Sep 15, 2006, 10:33:22 AM

chatting bojangles! long live ihop! and super dave! and the freedom to eat strawberry pancakes whenever! he he im in bcis and im gonna see choo next period in history. ta ta!

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