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Same Old
Date: Wednesday, 1st October 2003 @ 04:05:00 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: tbsbikescene
Bring me back to the real world. Who was I to think I could even stand near you. I guess the loneliest nights aren't even at full peak. The white snow that sheds from the sky elimunates my eyes like a fire burning out my organs And I wonder...am I real or alive? Or is this a bad dream. Your Born...You x*****x..You Die...The things inbetween are just to pass the time...

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