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Dead Wishes...
Contributed by
tearfulchild
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Saturday, 23rd October 2004 @ 11:11:53 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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I used to think of false hope,
now I get high on dope.
I used to think of shooting stars,
now I think I wont get far.
I try to pull myself along,
each its the same gloomy song.
I try to pull myself together.
alls I can say...thanks God for the hether...
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Re: Dead Wishes...
(User Rating: 1 ) by Kindredblood_dragon on
Sunday, 24th October 2004 @ 09:19:50 AM AEST (User
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I used to get high on drugs to escape reality, but in the end it still found me go figure, cool write short ryming clear images painted and to the point. |
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