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	Scott's Poetry Page \| home Untitled \| Smile \| Untitled \| Untitled \| Untitled \| Untitled \| Untitled \| Wish \| Untitled \| Thin Line \| Untitled \| Untitled \| Untitled \| Where do I go? \| Rearranged \| Fiery Grave \| With Every Breath \| What is there? \| Untitled \| Untitled Untitled Stabbed repeatedly by those that are close, permanent wounds that won't heal. My mind does torture me, insults I hear, but only from myself, death I feel, but I'm the one living. Pain causes these tears to fall... Unseen they are, and easily forgetable I am. A meaniless life I live, drowning in pity, cursing what I can't change, life goes on supposedly, but mine has come to a stop.