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by bob Jan 24, 2007 category : Dark, fantasy / dark, horror
With to much love, weakness i gained, with no strength to stand nor to think, like paralyzed... With to much love, dependent I became, with no capability, to decide nor to be free, like puppets... With to much love, hatred I learned, with no hesitance to bluff nor to hurt, like heartless.. With to much love, pain I gained, with no drug to heal nor to relief, like torture... With to much love, darkness I summoned, with no mercy to give pity nor to kill, like death...
by WiNgS Of StEeL
Gr8 poem..i really liked it!!!..keep up the gr8 writes never stop:D tk care breex