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They always tell you
The sorrow and pain
That death causes
But, they never tell you
The joy and satisfation
That comes from
Seeing your life slowly
Drift away in blood
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: sorrow
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8/28/2026 9:07:51 PM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
That is soooo true...but is this coming from experience..?