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2005-06-10, 22:59
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dsnt trust ne1 < 30
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Join Date: Jan 2003
Location: Home is where the <3 is
Posts: 8,881
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The wind shakes the curtains
As I lie upon my bed
And the air feels leaded like a tomb
Where angels never tread
I look into the mirror
As the moon shows its eyes
It's heat --just like the sun
It's just a cruel disguise
(Chorus)
I'm beside myself in a desert world
Where the breezes come from hell
And my eyes are even clouded
From the sweat upon my brow
There's no avoiding feelings
Or mirages that I see
What I see keeps disappearring in front of me
Delirium has over taken me
Lost between the dark and light
The fever climbing higher
I don't think that I can fight
Send an angel to take me to a place
Of comfort by the shore
And lose this fever that's inside me
Can't stand it anymore
BJH
6/10/2005
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My eldest son's bipolar website: www.bipolarmanifesto.com
-wally: Mom, you shouldn't play after me because it makes you sound even worse than you already do. -wally:*grumbles and whispers quietly* I guess it's cuz I love you or something, but you're still a TURD
Grimm:I could read your mind but its in font size .5
Amadeus:Oh, and was there a cesserole (never mind spelling) involved?
Paddy:the fact that you didn't end up on a kids show makes me question my atheism
Dyldo: You evil strumpet!
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