Thread Review for Cold winter day (newest post first)
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Amor Fati
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Posted on 2:05 pm on Aug. 12, 2001
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Diary is good...
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CardsForSorrow
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Posted on 2:01 pm on Aug. 12, 2001
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It came from my diary, and some extreame boredom
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Amor Fati
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Posted on 1:40 pm on Aug. 12, 2001
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It came from the heart...
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CardsForSorrow
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Posted on 1:31 pm on Aug. 12, 2001
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Well, seeing as I havn't suffered too much pain in my life, my writing must come from madness (Edited by CardsForSorrow at 1:42 pm on Aug. 12, 2001)
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Amor Fati
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Posted on 1:22 pm on Aug. 12, 2001
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Nice one Glacialis...Truly beautiful. ANd Sorrow, you are right.
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CardsForSorrow
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Posted on 1:18 pm on Aug. 12, 2001
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I know, but the best poetry, and even stories, come from pain..... or dementia
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Glacialis
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Posted on 1:12 pm on Aug. 12, 2001
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Barely. But it's still a painful point.
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CardsForSorrow
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Posted on 1:08 pm on Aug. 12, 2001
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At least you realized it before it was too late?
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Glacialis
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Posted on 1:04 pm on Aug. 12, 2001
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I wrote it when I realized what my last shard of hope was. I've almost lost the little thing so many times.
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CardsForSorrow
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Posted on 12:59 pm on Aug. 12, 2001
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That is beautiful, I always enjoy reading your poetry, truely beautiful...
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Glacialis
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Posted on 8:00 pm on Aug. 11, 2001
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-Cold winter day- Corridors after corridors each one the same Beginning in darkness ending in darkness lighting between is the only change My only guide the shard of love Last one, others gambled and lost From it I see the outside world I'm too afraid of losing it I keep it hidden within me I want out to the winter day On to the shimmering snow whispering wind Where the bird sings in a birch It is cold there colder within me I'm numb for these hallways filled with skeletal clones All they demand tribute but nothing can they get from me All I have given Recieved only pain My last shard of hope, of love, I keep hidden Maybe someday to be used
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