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To Die by ~mercy4jane:iconmercy4jane:

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How many times have you wondered why?
How would it feel if you were to die?
How does it feel?
When its real?
When you die
Will others cry
Will they mourn?
When you're torn
Between life and death
without no breath
I wonder if I could know
Just to know which way I'd go
Down below or up above?
Which way will I find most love?
If I don't believe it's true
Can I come back down to you?
But if I die and don't believe
What torture will my soul recieve
All because I would not try
To reach above the heavens and pry
I want to know if its real
Why is it that the coulds conceal
The truth behind their petty lies
What really happens when someone dies?
©2006-2009 ~mercy4jane
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I wrote this so long ago. I think it was 2002 or 2003.
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~hobbo-zombie:iconhobbo-zombie: Dec 13, 2006, 8:59:59 PM
thats really well written

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You like ice cream. You like ice cream. You love it. You can not resist ice cream. To resist is hopeless. Your existence is meaningless without ice cream
~mercy4jane:iconmercy4jane: Dec 13, 2006, 9:11:05 PM
Thank you.

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Leave me numb. Leave me jaded. She’s a dream, I just play dead.
I’ve been blessed, I’ve been hated. She’s the constant, and I’m her addict.

Vices - Dead Poetic
~RejectFalseIcons:iconRejectFalseIcons: Dec 13, 2006, 9:20:42 PM
its vbery good
and written long agfo
u rememeber it how

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~mercy4jane:iconmercy4jane: Dec 13, 2006, 9:22:07 PM
I copied it from an ld site. I love it, its my favourite of my old stuff.

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Leave me numb. Leave me jaded. She’s a dream, I just play dead.
I’ve been blessed, I’ve been hated. She’s the constant, and I’m her addict.

Vices - Dead Poetic
~RejectFalseIcons:iconRejectFalseIcons: Dec 13, 2006, 9:38:02 PM
kool

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~mercy4jane:iconmercy4jane: Dec 13, 2006, 9:41:15 PM
Whatever, just coz I whacked your bals don't mean you gotta give a snob comment.

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Leave me numb. Leave me jaded. She’s a dream, I just play dead.
I’ve been blessed, I’ve been hated. She’s the constant, and I’m her addict.

Vices - Dead Poetic
Mood: Sadness ~xalent:iconxalent: Dec 13, 2006, 10:25:03 PM
So many questions, all of which are unanswered. Nicely written, by the way.

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People often seek a way to define who they are. For most people, they find it in their actions. For me, who I am is defined by my imagination for it is in the world of my imagination that I am truly myself.
~mercy4jane:iconmercy4jane: Dec 13, 2006, 11:35:17 PM
Thanks. I'm surprised I never showed you before. I wrote it so very very very long ago.

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Leave me numb. Leave me jaded. She’s a dream, I just play dead.
I’ve been blessed, I’ve been hated. She’s the constant, and I’m her addict.

Vices - Dead Poetic
~xalent:iconxalent: Dec 14, 2006, 12:06:09 AM
We interacted the most during June and that was because you were hell bent on getting me laid. This topic didn't arise in our conversations either.

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People often seek a way to define who they are. For most people, they find it in their actions. For me, who I am is defined by my imagination for it is in the world of my imagination that I am truly myself.
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