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Untitled
Contributed by
PinkYoshi
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Saturday, 2nd October 2004 @ 08:04:11 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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All the seasons have their way,
On lost souls and mindless brains.
Where they seem happy,
But really never are.
We all have our name,
When we come out of hiding.
Some have glorious times,
Others become dominated, evil-
On they’re killing sprees.
Mine is fall – I don’t know about the rest.
Really don’t care either –
To me they are just in need of help,
A way to find to find there way a home – and IM not helping them,
I have my own problems to fix.
There will be some lost souls that I will help,
Along the way.
Lost souls will haunt you untill you answer the call,
Mindless brains may stay mindless –
The end of time.
Everyone one has a side that they are hiding,
And IM just waiting till everyone lets they’re side;
Be free and brought to life.
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PinkYoshi
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2004-10-02 20:04:11]
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Re: Untitled
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by Essentially9 on
Saturday, 2nd October 2004 @ 11:22:01 PM AEST
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