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Lexy Senior Member
since 2003-01-28
Posts 1038California |
I don't believe in god, or fate... I can not explain to you why the hands on the clock bruise me as they go about their mechanical routine. all the wet and textured surfaces, feel like paper cut outs to me. I'm a plastic figurine, and I squeak as I trod. I laugh at all the wrong times. I don't believe one thing coming out of your mouth. Its all artificial tampering. |
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kissa~rachelle Senior Member
since 2003-11-27
Posts 988nowhere special |
kool. I like it. It was different, and it didnt rhyme, wich is something i like. Amazing write. I want a relationship i can finally sink my teeth into.~ Alexander Sterling |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
i used to say my ec-girlfriend and I were plastic people, cause everything seemed kinda off and kinda, not fake but, bizarre to the point that it just didn't seem touchable. I now do believe in God, and now reality is completely different. You don't actually have anything in this world ever, because nothing in this world matters. When you die everything you did or had is entirely meaningless. I did like the poem though GIS No turning back, this time, no walking away -Kutless |
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