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I loved her for more than 100 days I loved her in more than 100 ways I broke her heart into more than 100 pieces I did not note that we shared the same heart in my 100th thesis Pretty soon we'll have been apart for 100 days Sometimes I wish I'd die, there's more than 100 ways To be with her I'd do anything it take for much more than 100 days That woman I love, Ariele Sanders, she's touched me in more than 100 ways 100 days, 100 years We'll be apart is what feeds my fears Tis not a man that sheds these tears? These tears from love lost without a brain full of beers? I have no excuse, none at all for the hurt I caused That night ag

I wish that I had the talent for drawing that most of the site has, shoot that all of the site has! I've been writing again due to recent heartache. My fiance and I parted ways in January. I normally try to be over the top in my poems, my bad ones anyway. This one tries to rhyme a bit too much for my tastes but I like it. I stole the title from a song that I love from ScryED. It's called Drastic My Soul. When you read this poem I hope that you can hear, feel even somehow breath the pulse of Soul. When it becomes possible to breath that which doesn't have a smell, you've become entangled in it very deeply. Read on for "Pulse My Soul". "Pule M