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I値l smile and laugh
And listen to your pain.
I値l be the comfort and
The love, and fade into
The background to watch
You find another.
Like perfume in a cesspit
Like laughter in a morgue
Like knives in velvet
Like lace on a corpse
Like my sewn on smile
Like my glassy eyes
Like the hollow heart
Like the broken doll.
Throw her out, we値l buy another.
©2004-2010 ~EphemeralImmortal
:iconephemeralimmortal:

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I love being there for my friends...partly because caring about others more than yourself is great wehn you want to ignore anything bad or painful inside. But sometimes i wonder: when all the anger and pain and everything that's been festering quietly under a mask of happiness, and i fall into a pit of misery, will anyone reach in to pull me up?

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:iconmelissa-anne-indigo:
I really enjoy your use of words, and the way its almost an oxymoron- laughter in a morgue,two words that seem a bad pair, but very meanigful. The wording really provides good imagrey, and it's so personally identifiable.

Good job:)
:iconkendoka:
i know exactly what you mean. Its how i feel everytime i help a friend.

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To come to know your enemy, first you must become his friend, and once you become his friend, all his defences come down. Then you can choose the most fitting method for his demise.

Tokugawa Ieyasu
:iconlost-darkfairy:
I agree with you on being there for your friends. For me, my friends are my sanity, we listen to each other and it's so helpful. An the mask you speak of, I know it very well....lovely poem, it reminds me of how I feel. You did a great job. :aww:

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