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Deep_Inside Member
since 2002-02-14
Posts 377i can't stop hiding |
Under a bridge to hide The real world out there Finding nothing inside Finding comfort nowhere Use of thoughts have been destroyed Nothing contained within Everything is a void Now nothing but a shell of porcelain The skin is hard A fine layer of cracked porcelain Of thoughts since been bared From braking out and pouring sin Reality is being sucked dry From places its never been Reality in no longer a lie With the flaking of this porcelain Thoughts are being sparked Taking the first breath of air With reality never being marked Now as the porcelain begins to tare Reality forged from fear Is life ready to begin? New thoughts begin to cure Now free of his porcelain when you live you begin to die |
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dertah Senior Member
since 2003-06-18
Posts 584 |
porcelain is a weird word. kinda like, route...rooooute...rouuute |
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