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.::A Gentle Hand::.
(Me)
it lies there teeming on the floor
the complicated life she wants no more
a gentle voice tells her
stop

it lies there bloody on the floor
the torn up heart she wants no more
she wants to slice it
to ribbon like pieces
a gentle hand takes away
the knife

it lies there shattered on the floor
the devoted love she feels no more
a gentle voice tells her
stop

it lies there broken on the floor
the endless hope she has no more
a gentle voice tells her
stop

it lies there wilting on the floor
the materialistic envy she wants no more
a gentle hand takes it
away

she lies there dying on the floor
screaming, crying, happy no more
a gentle hand pulls her back
to life
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no matter how sick or sad or morbid I want them to sound the poems always seem to come out with a hopeful thing at the end...cool

first rehearsal was today, pretty fun it was.
I dunno what I'm gonna do this weekend...got 4 different things at least lined up...
how boring a day it was O.O