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The Loner Boy
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The Loner Boy |
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Triskaidekaphobia Member
since 2003-02-05
Posts 251In a state of disrepair... |
When alone for a week the creaking of the stairs becomes a thing of joy. The moment of the creak means somebody cares. Yet I am The Loner Boy and there is nobody there The echo of a moment becomes a full blown year. A year becomes millennia and millennia don't care. The passage of a second becomes too much to bear Anything becomes a friend when no one else is there. I become The King Of Cocktails with medicated stare Left alone I am weak and loneliness it snares becomes a thing of joy. The moment blissful bleak means no one ever cares. Yes, I am The Loner Boy and I am nothing rare.... I am everywhere. "The world won't end in darkness, it'll end in family fun |
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william foos Member
since 2006-09-13
Posts 77schenectady,new york,usa |
i prefer to be alone with sounds and stares from my inner soul good write keep doing well love the papa i see what i write and write what i see |
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