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(not in the drunk kinda way)
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it has a few naughty bleeped out words.... but its about me
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the stories in rough draft, but here's the poem.
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How?
We mock their memories,
Their very existence is futile
As thier listless gaunt faces are forgotten
We obtrude them out of our life,
Pretendi..
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this poem is raw and OOC, just my inner thoughts written out as prose.... read and comment... i know you want to the red words also create another poe..
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THings I wish I could do, especially the first.... perhaps a birthday present early or somethin... i dunno... It would be fun to camp...
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I lay there,
In the dark of the night.
The blackness that engulfs
Ones sence of personality
And scorches it to ashes.
I lay there,
Inside myself..
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im not les... just a mean person... it doesn't show whole pic... click on the pic to see all of it
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this is rated m for horrific details, blood, gothicness, gore, etc..... its really creepy... but i SWEAR I'm onkay ^-^
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written by a depressed nonmedicated sixth grader (a few years ago)
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