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Show face if all else fails,drenched in this stench of an unbeknown anger thus in thy heart it impales..
Thy family's despair turns with force unto thee,with every stabbing word stings like that of a giant bee,and can it be the daggers they use with stealth,shall one day to turn an thus be used upon thy self.
Thou thy blood does drain and saturate their beds,how long shall such twisted bitterness flutter around their hatred filled heads.
Maybe the works of the devils evil tongue,oh please for tell what wretched creatures have thy become?

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OK so this a post let me just check where it goes on my blog so i can get it all mapped out.

What should i post if not a poem

A shattered slice through my heart is how i felt when it was said,i can not see thee no longer was a great weight that i shed,may it have it have been guilt,that for this i told and the word's that were spilt for many day's were on hold.
My pain was futile for the tears of heartbreak in there eye's,but alas it could not go on as the pain hurt more so with the heavy gathering of lies,shall it be told i will never feel this deepened love ever in my life,thou shall be a hardened burden and all that troubled strife.

No one knows i am here

Ok so i am writing this to myself and really should of added to it,oh what crap do the minds exceed and what path is there to proseed,i have nothing here yet,i should write some more,my hands are so sore,so why has my blog still sat here and will not be finished when my goal was set.