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27th October 2005, 12:28 AM
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Sad
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Trapped. Recording life as if it were important. Through words imagery time and pain. Hand written. Mentally. In a cluster of unrecognizable phrases. Broken. Observing life a few feet away. Like a deranged psychologist. Knowing the majesty. Ignoring the longing. Trapped in a world of sad poetry. By Rebekah F. V. Opinions, thoughts, comments, criticism welcome.
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was that my life looking back now so fast we run that we forget to stop and dance RFV 
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27th October 2005, 12:34 AM
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Very thought provoking and well written as possible.
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