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Raining on my life
by Timothy James Foley
Friday, April 19, 2002
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I'm staring up into the gray sky,
wondering when it's going to open up,
and when I'll be lost again.
No one can see me whe it rains on my life.
I wouldn't really want them to.
But then again, it hides these tears.
So here comes the drizzle,
and fog rolling in.
Lightning crashes somewhere in my mind.
I remember the last time it happened,
I almost drowned in myself.
And who was there to save me?
People I didn't even know who were looking for something to do.
Yeah...okay
Maybe I'll drown this time...
and you can all come stare
at my pale
bloated corpse.
Later... |
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What should I say? I know I'm going to get atleast one comment that's going to make everyone believe I don't desrve pity...which I suppose I don't, so don't try to make me feel better, not worth your time, right April?
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| Reviewed by |
7/24/2002 |
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| Good job! |
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| Reviewed by April Pittman |
4/20/2002 |
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| Pity? Maybe it is not pity that you should be looking for... pity only makes you feel sorrier for yourself. I pity those who do deserve pity. You do not. You deserve direction and help... but you won't ask for it, you'd rather be pitied. |
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| Reviewed by Masarat Daud (Reader) |
4/20/2002 |
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Excellent. I loved these first lines:
I'm staring up into the gray sky,
wondering when it's going to open up,
and when I'll be lost again.
Loved it Timothy! |
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