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[Fea]

I wounder if you could help me name this poem cuz i can't for the life of me. thanks.

The battles choose her
And like the sun
she must fight
to escape the ever growing darkness
before she forgets
how to find her self
before she leaves her soul to die.

white carnations smother her
while she sleeps
in the centre of her core
she hides so much pain
it eats at her
making her feel empty, worthless and incomplete.

After all,
When all you love i gone
what more is there but hate
And she does hate
for she is me
I am her
we are the same.

[Phoebe]

God i can remember when you wrote this one, it was years ago. Have you still not got a title for it tut *sigh*
what are you like.

[piñata]

That might be one of the best things you've ever written, Fea.

I'm just as clueless as anyone else as to what to name it, though.