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Sitting here in my post dramatic state,
reading everything and trying to relate, my selfish depressed mind begging for more, but i think its the pity in wich I abore. I drift in and out of a conscience mind, burning with haste and hating time, If the gift of patience is truly virtue, How much longer must I live without you, The pungent smell of lonlinees is rank, And in this emptiness I feel blank. posted this in the wrong thread srry.... |
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so were in the right place now i take it
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lol I doubt it! haha
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I guess this one was a little too morbid for people to comment on lol!
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