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Post by shiseidored on May 7, 2004 23:32:24 GMT -5
Everything we do in life is it not just a game? Innocent,the crying ,the happiness ,the energy it drains and once again i am on my feet, I did this on my own
You are not who i thought you were, in time it would have shown to leave this girl helpless,your words,it grazed my knees you may have well thrown at me stones to meet your meens
But i wont be the victim in your sad world and when your loyal friends are gone i wont be around to see.. This girl bleeds red not white when you cut her she protects her heart with bee's
Lets no one in she wont The troubles, mind .... disease show her a good time,make her laugh for me please?
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Post by Alamo on May 8, 2004 3:29:07 GMT -5
wonderful especially tis part: This girl bleeds red not white when you cut her she protects her heart with bee'sthis is so brilliant
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Post by shiseidored on May 8, 2004 9:18:46 GMT -5
I am so happy you liked it,i realy enjoyed writing this one this morning,it was all how i was feeling.It was a very honest poem
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pandora
Cactus Practice
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Post by pandora on May 8, 2004 17:26:54 GMT -5
amazing...I love your poetry so much. You should really find a way to publish it
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Post by shiseidored on May 8, 2004 22:48:39 GMT -5
Maybe one day...,but for now (as there a little shy ) i think the'll hide in here for a bit. oh and if you buy one in the future ill sighn it for you and invite you all to my publication launch
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