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[title] => ????questions????
[time] => 2007-08-07 18:20:53
[hometext] => I have no clue what I was going on about...any suggestions?
[bodytext] => What's killing me is killing you, It's something in the air that we breathe, Something as soft as a whisper on the wind, Breaking and spinning, winding us down, Just like a clock that's past it's prime, They say history was once written in the sands of time, Another chapter has ended swept away buy the storm, It comes to devouer all, The destiny has set it's course and cannot be stopped, It's not so much finding something that you love, As finding the love in what you do, Promises are lie's, A literary error, Destiney's a bomb, Just waiting for you to strike the match and touch the fuse, A inconceavable flaw that's slowly killing you, Collateral damage is the seed, Government is just another crook, Here to steal what you've rightfully earned, And these are the rambling of a young man, To young to know what love means, But not to young to experience it's heartaches, I've been destined to do something but never knew what, I've always wondered why it happened to me, I've never really understood what you do to me, But now I know, I truely see, My thoughts wonder like the tides of sea, Breaking the rules and boundries of life, Dancing on glass and biting my tounge, I watch you leave again, An angel in the sun, Crimson pumps from every vein, Tearing the skin like acid rain, But these are the words of a immature youth, How can the sustain any sustance, How can society shut out our plee, The answer to that is so easy, They don't even listen, They log us like trees, Shut out our voice for the greater good, And in doing so the have become the criminals, The crimanals that they work so hard to keep from us, But these are just the ramblings of a immature youth, I don't understand the simple truth, Maybe I will some day, But that day is not today. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 195 [topic] => 43 [informant] => fadingaway [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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