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Date: Saturday, 1st July 2006 @ 03:19:15 PM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry
Contributed By: Exodus
I'm conceited
Even if it's what you needed
You've already run, completely defeated
It's nice to have been released
Like all the puzzles together that we pieced
You become ironic
And your sickness has gone from common to chronic
Your super sense is sonic
I hope you put money on it
Versatile
I like your style
And will sit here all the while
It makes sense--as much as a smooth crocodile
Nevermind
Sit alone and watch the clock you never wind
Your thoughts all at once too kind
Grey bag
Worthless hag
Wiry shag
Forget all the things that I never had
I'm such a ****
I am decided
With these thoughts in me confided
All our energy has collided
The war is matched not mighted
I must believe
Before I deceive
If I choose not to go then I'll never leave...
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