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On a Rooftop Underground
Contributed by
beefybeebuzz
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Wednesday, 12th March 2008 @ 01:34:24 PM in AEST
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when you see purple flowers i see blood red and when you say lively i say dead its not really my fault for trying but its my fault for crying i didnt mean to make you sad and i hope that you dont think im bad but although ive waited long for the stairway out i just wrote a song to fill me up with doubt the stairway shined, with all of its glory but i ignored it, and wrote a story and as i slept in that hole underground the stairway began to make a sound it kept me up, but soon grew faint then i grabbed a brush, and began to paint the stairway soon was gone and i waited for the dawn i loved the night, but lived in it forever i longed for love, but wanted it never i needed it not, but cared for it still it was a force, to me, that was designed to kill i had art, and literature to keep me well and eventually, i had a story to tell although the light shined through for me it wasnt my time to go there were shadows as far as i could see and through all of which i wandered, i know theres a room hidden somewhere for me to find and inside is a prayer to save me from my mind
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Re: On a Rooftop Underground
(User Rating: 1 ) by Lady_Daisy on
Thursday, 13th March 2008 @ 04:53:53 PM AEST (User
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Please if you want to gain some respect use spell check. I say this in the nicest way possible. A lot of it does not make sense.
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