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the ant Junior Member
since 2003-11-30
Posts 18ca, usa |
I wrote a story one night it was cold and lonely it was filled with sorrow lines like in the face of tomorrow I took off in flight inside my mind once more all I found behind that door was sleepy horror Unwilling to wake I was lost in a bad sleep Invisible to most and I felt very weak Similar beings like me feel the need to escape but should realize all diamonds shine from that heat |
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chinesestone Member
since 2003-06-04
Posts 76China |
so sad:< |
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PsychoticBunni Member
since 2003-10-03
Posts 162Mythical Atlantis |
don't worry about it. whatever you're worrying about that is. the mind is a vast and complex space, and yours seems to be particularly poetic. Meg tragedy is cutting your finger. comedy is falling into an open sewer and dying. |
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