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The Game
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Tuesday, 22nd January 2008 @ 04:57:15 AM in AEST
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Whatever I write nothing makes sence,
Everything is messed up, Everything so intense
I sit here and wonder why I can't think,
All the memories in my head left so blank
In the begining my thoughts were clear,
But you blinded me and gave me fear
Now why did you do that, And bring me this shame,
Now I walk with a limp and your to blame
Well I'll go for now and see what remains,
But always know I feel so insain
I may look like a fool playing your game,
So I'll fold this hand to end all the pain.
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Re: The Game
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by lost_again on
Tuesday, 22nd January 2008 @ 05:39:02 AM AEST
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A write many relate to. Liked the end, true and solid.
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Re: The Game
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by TheGrimReapersHourglass on
Wednesday, 23rd January 2008 @ 08:24:02 AM AEST
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| Zombie-Graveyards-Nicknames And Hangin Round And There She Was One Headlight great poem:The Game:Comment From The Grim Reaper DevilsPriest KnownAs LORD,Denver L. Jr. |
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