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Untitled
Contributed by
Paul_Wall
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Tuesday, 1st February 2005 @ 09:57:15 AM in AEST
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I don't talk much but
My head is full of thought
My eyes full of sight
My heart full of pain
The only way to relieve this pain is my pencil pistol
I load my pistol with bullets my words
Then blow all ya'll away with my words of wisdom
I climb the mountain I swim the sea
With my pencil I can be all that i can be
I use my pencil to get away from the pain
It's just me, my pencil, my pads and my thoughts
I use my pencil to trap memories like pictures
It's a disease I can't stop
Ain't no cure
So get used to my pencil
Because I won't stop
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2005-02-01 09:57:15]
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Re: Untitled
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by Rxqueen on
Tuesday, 1st February 2005 @ 10:43:43 AM AEST
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The only way to relieve this pain is my pencil pistol
I load my pistol with bullets my words
I really liked those lines! |
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Re: Untitled
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by autumngreeneyes on
Tuesday, 1st February 2005 @ 03:43:08 PM AEST
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| I load my gun with metaphors..no one can use an eraser that way..LOL ..and I doubt that anyone will ask you to stop.. but isn't it easier to just use the keyboard..or you'll have to mail us..(scratches head) |
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