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 Mar 15 2006, 11:38 PM
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 "lal! laugh a little!"  Group: Member Posts: 192 Joined: Jan 2006 Member No: 364,863  |
Burning in this little old room
I feel over emotional- And I just can't get it to stop. Too afraid to admit, I want to be strong But with her in the picture, its too hard to play along. I call her a bitchy, slutty, whore. Everyone is ganging up on me.. They just don't understand. Why are they all on her side? I guess they don't know what I do To them, she is the perfect little angel It makes me want to explode But if I do, it will only be pieces of me I must control myself this time. How come the situation Never looks at me? I have a mind, a heart, a soul I have feelings just like you Sure, I get mad But you do to But why...why can't he just be mine? Whenever I like a guy, It's too late He already liked me and then moved on Why can't my friends Just see it the way I do? I love a guy, but can never have him Instead someone else. --Whoa, that was a weird poem. Lol.....this isn't actually true about me, wrote it about a friend. Haha, its kinda 3rd graderish but whatever... |
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Mar 16 2006, 12:08 AM
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crumpled up old piece of paper scribble on me Group: Member Posts: 49 Joined: Mar 2006 Member No: 386,366 |
i liked it! yes it was kinda third gradish but you never really know who will relate till you get it out there ya know
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Mar 16 2006, 05:47 PM
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"lal! laugh a little!" Group: Member Posts: 192 Joined: Jan 2006 Member No: 364,863 |
^^Yeah, so true - except a 3rd grader wouldn't call somebody a bitchy slutty whore lol
The person that inspired this inspires all my angry poems...weird |
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