Topic: THE LITTLE BUG | |
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I looked at the little bug...
he was dying...slowly. I couldnt save him... his injuries were far too great. All that I could do was to spare him from a long, slow, painful death. So I did. I placed my foot upon him, and swiftly... his little life was over. And far, far...in the back of my mind... I kind of wished, the little bug, was me. |
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Loved it...... As I do you.......
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Great write! Our thoughts of the smallest of things ofen reflect our behaviors toward much larger things. Now you need to put this to music!
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So sad
BobbyJ, you're right. I can imagine how this'd sound, something in A minor (the key, not a child lol) hmm... ideas... *picks up guitar*... |
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you will always be my little bug :D
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Wow the symbolizim,intense.
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sad.........
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nice
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So sad BobbyJ, you're right. I can imagine how this'd sound, something in A minor (the key, not a child lol) hmm... ideas... *picks up guitar*... |
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Great write! Our thoughts of the smallest of things ofen reflect our behaviors toward much larger things. Now you need to put this to music! |
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Great write! Our thoughts of the smallest of things ofen reflect our behaviors toward much larger things. Now you need to put this to music! I can hum! |
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i sometimes dream in euthanasia |
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i sometimes dream in euthanasia |
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