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Bleeding Out the Past


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Written by Nate Stanford   
Monday, 12 May 2008
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Give me my sanctity

Get away. Leave me be.

 

After what you did to me,

I can't just come to see.

 

Why. After all this you want,

me back, do you want to taunt?

 

I loved you, I cared.

But I questioned what was there.

 

You gave me my hope,

then strung me up with rope.

 

I still can't forgive you now, or ever.

My mistakes about you haunt me forever. 

 



Copyright 2008 Nate Stanford
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Comments (4)
Posted by resistanceisfreedom
2008-05-12 17:16:44
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i've said this alot today but again, a poem that speaks out to me. good job.
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Posted by Darkness.of.Mystery
2008-05-12 18:22:01
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This poem was well written. Good job. I liked it a lot.
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Posted by b.k.
2008-05-17 13:03:39
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definitely going to my favorites....enjoyed this immensely....i too can relate to these feelings of betrayal and feel that you got the point across extremely well
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Posted by lorislittlesecret
2008-05-21 09:46:29
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This was fabulous
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