Friday, February 12, 2010
Verbal Diarrhea Comments
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My tears are salty drops of failure, Rolling down my face like there’s no tomorrow,
Living every day like my last, Watching the present turn into the past.
Thoughts and memories intensify, Emotions wild like a crazy guy,
Not knowing how to speak, Physically, emotionally and mentally weak.
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2/21/2026 5:22:17 AM # 1.0.0
Let it all out, at least it cures you. Poetry is good therapy, and doesn't cost a penny (that rhymes!) but even in the lowest times of man's life, words can reach others - 'cause' a change - so keep writing.10++++