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Published: 2005-05-26 19:49:11 +0000 UTC; Views: 170; Favourites: 0; Downloads: 0
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I am not growing oldI am just growing tired
How long must I hold
To all these Iβve carried
I am not growing strong
I am just getting weaker
The moments last too long
My heart starts to wither
I am not growing wise
I am just feeling silly
After all I canβt realize
Who the hell am I really?
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Comments: 8
Just-Jo [2005-07-11 12:21:43 +0000 UTC]
Rly a nice poem about dont knowing your identity well done
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catalyst2069 In reply to Just-Jo [2005-07-11 13:12:24 +0000 UTC]
for reading and posting
it is strange but really,how many of us know this?
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catalyst2069 In reply to catalyst2069 [2005-07-12 06:33:58 +0000 UTC]
true...we know very little about us
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Just-Jo In reply to catalyst2069 [2005-07-11 16:55:51 +0000 UTC]
Not much I guess, most of us think that we know, but that's just becoz they didn't think enough about it
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AceOfHearts [2005-05-26 19:53:42 +0000 UTC]
I love this, especially the first stanza. It all flows well and I love your wording.
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catalyst2069 In reply to AceOfHearts [2005-05-26 20:19:02 +0000 UTC]
thanks for reading and posting
it feels good to know somebody likes what i write
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AceOfHearts In reply to catalyst2069 [2005-05-26 20:55:54 +0000 UTC]
I read alot of things. I just feel the need to comment so that people know that their work has been read and enjoyed. I know what it feels like to think that nobody reads your works.
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catalyst2069 In reply to AceOfHearts [2005-05-26 22:11:54 +0000 UTC]
You are right,people do need to know.And to tell the truth,after reading some of your poems,i must say that i feel even happier to know that you liked it.
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