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Music: Tatu: Perfect Enemy
Crush me with a pencil
Break me like a twig
Stare at the clock
Tick
Tick
Tick
Round and round the wheels of time spin
Searching for a way to end the cycle
Minds of youth stuck in motion
waiting for time to break
F
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If only for a moment
The endless cycles of fortume and favour
Such dark intentions
Are seen through those
Blue silver
l
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With eyes shut
You complain
And throw a fit,
Another brick hits my face
Drip,
Drip goes the blood
Such a smirk on your face
To remind me that I am your
Perfect property
I cannot escape your
G
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21.
Love who you want to.
~Josh~
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"Reach must exceed grasp or what's a heaven for?"
-A quotation that's tuck in my mind, for some reason!
Love,
Anthony
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marc
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Needs to get a life! |
Registered: March 2003
Messages: 4729
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When reach exceeds grasp one experiences heaven and then at the bottom they smack their ass on the pavement...
No quote here... Just simple physics.
Life is great for me... Most of the time... But then I meet people online... Very few are real friends... Many say they are but know nothing of what it means... Some say they are, but are so shallow...
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JimB
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Likes it here |
Registered: December 2006
Messages: 349
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It is reach exceeding grasp that promotes growth. JimB
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marc
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Needs to get a life! |
Registered: March 2003
Messages: 4729
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Or a burised bottom.....
Life is great for me... Most of the time... But then I meet people online... Very few are real friends... Many say they are but know nothing of what it means... Some say they are, but are so shallow...
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