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I
Contributed by
frozensuicide
on
Monday, 18th November 2002 @ 01:00:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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Through out these blundering seasons,
I hide in my own little dungeon for various reasons.
To stop you from yelling at me when you are mad,
And for me to not make you unhappy or sad.
It seems that every time we talk,
You make me cry, and make me feel like chalk.
I feel as I'm sketching you away.
And one day you won't be there for me and say,
That you love me a lot,
Even after we always fought.
You put me through consternation,
Sometimes even confusion.
I don't know if you hate me,
Or if you're just mad at me.
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2002-11-18 13:00:00] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: I
(User Rating: 1 ) by inad on
Sunday, 1st December 2002 @ 10:05:06 PM AEST (User
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I'm sorry to hear that this is true and i hope if you need someone to talk to you do come and find someone and talk.. |
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