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Fakes
written by Bloodfilledcinnabuns10:36 AM 2/22/05The world will keep going,
even if I stop.
I feel so used,
like a bucket and mop.
Friendship is nothing
when you have no true friends.
People use me,
I guess that's just how it ends.
Time will never stop.
The world will always go.
My friends are never true,
don't they feel low?
There is a twelfth button
on the elevator now,
they better be sad,
'cuz they're going down. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by death_becomes_her (2-22-2005 - 11:04 AM)
by kayos (2-22-2005 - 04:22 PM)
| im feelin that...i like it |
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