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Same Old
Contributed by
tbsbikescene
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Wednesday, 1st October 2003 @ 04:05:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
AngryPoetry
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Bring me back to the real world. Who was I to think I could even stand near you. I guess the loneliest nights aren't even at full peak. The white snow that sheds from the sky elimunates my eyes like a fire burning out my organs And I wonder...am I real or alive? Or is this a bad dream. Your Born...You x*****x..You Die...The things inbetween are just to pass the time...
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Re: Same Old
(User Rating: 1 ) by jaeann on
Wednesday, 1st October 2003 @ 05:22:26 PM AEST (User
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awesome!!! the things inbetween are just to pass the time....excellent line... |
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Re: Same Old
(User Rating: 1 ) by sicknivesevered on
Thursday, 2nd October 2003 @ 05:08:53 PM AEST (User
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Excellent. |
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