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| Psychotic Poet Laureate Join Date: Aug 2006 Location: Minnesota Age: 44
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My Mood: | When Will It End Walking through this thing called life I have encountered so much strife When will this come to an end? Will I ever get a chance to mend? All I feel is pain and sorrow No possible hope of a better tomorrow It will all remain the same With only myself to blame My hopes and dreams turned to dust Seems like there’s no one I can trust So I keep everything to myself And place my feelings on a shelf On the shelf they wither away But that is where they need to stay All they bring is pain Taking them down is all in vain I’m alone and so I will stay Nobody around til my final day When I’m gone I’ll hurt no one All the pain and suffering done
__________________ Amor Itaque Excessum, Unus Itaque Idem Eadem Idem |
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| Entirely Too Lickable | I feel that way alot lately. We need a drinking night soon man... if you have mondays or tuesdays off get ahold of me. Or just about any night of the week... I'll try to make it up to your neck of the woods soon with that 8gauge if you still want/need it.
__________________ Do I Look As Simple As I Feel? |
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