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Array ( [sid] => 12979 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => This one sucks! [time] => 2003-02-19 19:40:00 [hometext] => Not my best work... but you cant appreciate the good ones without some bad ones in there. - This write referrs to a made up character, not nessicarraly me. [bodytext] => Song birds and butterflies,
Grass stains on my Levis.
No bills, no stress, no pain.
Without Super Mario I might go insane.
Love notes in my locker quicken the heart beat.
Things change, and survival becomes bitter-sweet.
You will never make it; says a voice so gruff.
I can do it, if only i try hard enough.
Accomplishments come at the cost of criticism,
Like a seizure of the psyche here comes a schism.
Disjointed i wander in and out of life,
Lines of reality blur with each new strife.
What happened to the shelter in which i used to live.
Back before my voice dropped an octave.
I think they call it childhood, or maybe ignorant bliss.
At face value I am strong, but without the mask you can see all that I miss.
Like a drunk priest on Sunday afternoon.
I have become a walking contradiction who grew up too soon.
Life is just one big disappointment after another.
You think I am pessimistic; Just talk to my brother.
It only gets worse before it gets better,
Don’t worry friend this is just a suicide letter.
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This one sucks!

Contributed by krish on Wednesday, 19th February 2003 @ 07:40:00 PM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

Song birds and butterflies,
Grass stains on my Levis.
No bills, no stress, no pain.
Without Super Mario I might go insane.
Love notes in my locker quicken the heart beat.
Things change, and survival becomes bitter-sweet.
You will never make it; says a voice so gruff.
I can do it, if only i try hard enough.
Accomplishments come at the cost of criticism,
Like a seizure of the psyche here comes a schism.
Disjointed i wander in and out of life,
Lines of reality blur with each new strife.
What happened to the shelter in which i used to live.
Back before my voice dropped an octave.
I think they call it childhood, or maybe ignorant bliss.
At face value I am strong, but without the mask you can see all that I miss.
Like a drunk priest on Sunday afternoon.
I have become a walking contradiction who grew up too soon.
Life is just one big disappointment after another.
You think I am pessimistic; Just talk to my brother.
It only gets worse before it gets better,
Don’t worry friend this is just a suicide letter.

Copyright Â© krish ... [ 2003-02-19 19:40:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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