I fight,
through the night,
and try not to like,
what comes to mind,
I try to keep my eyes blue,
try to keep the words true,
and when I feel,
like tearing myself apart,
what do I do,
but sit alone,
and keep myself distracted,
but he comes,
and holds me close,
and everything is alright,
and I am me,
not some stranger I dont know.
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ooo. like it. please continue
Last edited by clinteastwood95 (2009-08-14 02:34:35)
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well,isnt a story,hunter.but i s'pose i could make poems.more.
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heh,ok then.ill try when im bored.
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I quite like it moony! Great job! Keep 'em coming!
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Ooh! That's a really nice poem! Great job! I wana read more!
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great job
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heh,thabks guys
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No problemo...at all! It's really fantastic.
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lol only can do it when i want to tho
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keep it coming
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ill try
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yay
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Xd
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Please Write More!
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more!!!!!!!!!!
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Pleeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaassssssssse?
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lol never thought i would be begging for something
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Hahahahaha, really? You don't beg for ANYTHING?
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not really
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No clue,it popped in my head
The shadows that fill me,
the shadows that kill me,
so that tin time,
i can twine,
a mysterious thread,
around the moon,
and in the womb,
is a dread,
to make the world fall,
and to make use,
of a shadow made by the moon.
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ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh................ mysterious
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heh....i dunno
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