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Conversations With Myself
written by ieatsmellysocks11:41 PM 11/14/04Its pretty sad that I have nothing better to do with my time
Then talk to myself,hit myself and whine
For hours and hours until I pass out
I want to scream,I want to cry I want to shout
Arguing with myself,I know its pretty dumb
But no one else will talk to me im hated by everyone
I cant walk down the fucking street
Without being hit by everyone I meet
Im cracking up
Im breaking down
Im just so tired of being pushed around |
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I wrote this poem a long time ago,its not very good,not finished but please comment
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| » Comments / Feedback | by .::forbidden::. (11-15-2004 - 09:08 PM)
| yeh i know wat u mean try getting hit with a rock! cool poem again |
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