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Last Thrill
Contributed by
ediii
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Monday, 8th January 2007 @ 06:13:29 PM in AEST
Topic:
drugabuse
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In the raibows and confidels
blue shaped bells and infidels.
In your glasses stay your soul
when you say we're about to roll.
So I know you knew i was out
cuz i was talking without a doubt.
And then at home I play the game
To make you not see the blame.
Smiling beauty on the surface
blood shed down inside on curses.
Non sense making affiliation
in inner world of devastation.
In the head of massive giggles
old and tired soul enshrivels.
I don't want to be the one
for whom all this puff puff is done.
And I don't understand it either,
come mr. shakspeare, come you hither!
Oh yes and the medieval is back
as of my saneness lack.
But this will be ok one time
depends on who will make them mine.
One and only save me can
But he is just half the man.
However bad this may see
I know, and I know with glee,
That once i get the hell out of here
You will think about me with little tear.
I'm gonna be back
due to the time lack
and will sell you a sac
of green white, pills or black.
So hate me wisely
Love me well
Once I'm done let us meet in hell.
Copyright ©
ediii
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2007-01-08 18:13:29] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Last Thrill
(User Rating: 1 ) by trini on
Monday, 8th January 2007 @ 06:18:36 PM AEST (User
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wow. very powerfull. your words really got to me. keep up the good writing.
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