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Lost Identity |
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Xeonox
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA 
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Belching loudly, Screaming like an animal, Acting out on my instinct groaning for no reason, not asking for directions, sitting in my underwear, all these actions are foreign to me, obeying rules, Taking risks no longer tempts me, player no more, No.1 whipped, What have I become? where is the male bondage that I desperately search for? For now this shackles of rules bind me, no power or will to break me from this cycle of hell, primitive instinct no longer I dare to dream, too busy to be mama's little boy to care about being a man I am afraid to break rules and live my life, what has been done to my life? What have I let them do to me? [This message has been edited by Xeonox (edited 06-18-2000).] |
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netswan Senior Member
since 2000-03-28
Posts 1369Washington |
Wow, xeo ---- Don't know -- sounds rather upsetting Well defined poem. Gets a person to thinking. ~netswan |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
What have you done to yourself. Good thought provoking poem. |
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X Angel Senior Member
since 1999-11-07
Posts 1521Oregon |
accckk I like the nice side of you better *wink* stick up for yourself!  ~Heather |
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Xeonox
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA |
Thank you for your kind words folks. What is my good side Heather? Ronil (What I say I live by and what I live by is what I create). |
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Jeremiah Johnson Senior Member
since 2000-06-08
Posts 1223Brooksville, Fl, U.S |
don't let people bring you down or yourself. only do what makes you happy great poem i like it alot. I'm the lord, I'm the havoc, I'm the soul |
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