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2006-03-02, 10:03
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Toast-whore
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Join Date: Jan 2005
Location: Where the grass is green, and the girls 69.
Posts: 1,473
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Weary and worn,
From the corner of my eye,
I Hope for a glimse of her.
Though I know far too well,
Deep inside,
To search for another cure.
Darkness shrouds around
Me like a blanket
The cold asphyxiation sets in.
Let the downward spiral begin.
But lest me not forget –
To see through the fog,
For through winter lies spring
Yeah, emo, haha. Just had a random attempt though, not sure if I like it.
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Originally Posted by BOB_ZE_METALLEU
yeah, one night he (BassBehemoth) came with some GHB and he put it in my drink, when i woke up....i lost my hymen....terrible  |
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Guess it is a bit cliche, but i guess the feeling being expressed is cliche
