You hand out your lies like the skies give you rain...

Apr 20, 2004 23:31


Pitiful being on this earth....  Ignoring the discreet voice  hidden in the back of  the mind. Hear it..  End the expedite and listen to the whispers of sour truth.  Cured from a deaf disability. It is heard clearly now; the utter  has escaped....

Wake up! Deviate now.. The hourglass spares no more sand.

Liar, you hurt yourself...

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tony_bon_jovi April 25 2004, 00:45:15 UTC
woah...
deep...

lol.peace!

*much<3*

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Nice poem! isaacisthedopes April 25 2004, 08:02:51 UTC
I like that poem...maybe you should take a nap

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Re: Nice poem! serenedreamzzz April 26 2004, 12:23:29 UTC
thanx isaac! but why a nap lol i dont get it ahaha sorry lol.
<3
xoxo

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