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searching for true meaning.
Contributed by
irememberyou
on
Thursday, 2nd June 2005 @ 08:49:58 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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Shattered dreams,Broken hearts, People listening to my thoughts. Prescence is all around me, but i dont see a single soul. Ocasionally i hear voices, but its all jumbled into an unforeseen crowd.We're just trying to figure out who we are, whats the shame in that?" a voice whispers delicatly as if it'll break with the intention of getting any louder. A lonley girl says " they dont know me, heck I dont even know myself." The Jockof the crowd thinks to himself "This isnt the life for me." People's mixed emotions all form to tell a story, of the crowd of people who were trying to fit in while on the search to find something real.
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2005-06-02 20:49:58] (Date/Time posted on
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