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 Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 5:45 am
As if I was to recall
the things we hadn’t loved
Plans, the plots just to watch us fall
Memories of fun and fight, they played, pushed, shoved.
Disturbing, like watching inchworms crawl
I sit and watch them fade away
On a barren, solitary train in May
As if I was to recall.
As if I knew to recall
the underlying passion, in you
Attempts to mess with and fondle my mind, every time you call
all the different ways to show I love you too.
Trying to reach you before I trip and fall
But I sit here writing this all day
just to get back at you and the words you say.
As if I knew to recall
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Posted: Thu May 29, 2008 2:02 pm
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 5:36 am
Eh, it's not exactly what I wanted, but you have to make due with a poem you wrote for 9th grade English and had to keep it some what PG, when the poet you're modeling after committed suicide, and wrote about the raunchiest things with out a care in the world.
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 9:18 am
Yowza O.o
You still did a great job!
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 3:38 pm
xXTippinXx Yowza O.o
You still did a great job! Lol. When you and your boyfriend are going through a bad time. [Meaning we weren't dating but he was being a flirt and an a*****e] you get a lot to write about. xD
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