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Sept 18, 2005 17:32:39 GMT -5
Post by Paige on Sept 18, 2005 17:32:39 GMT -5
I was alone for a time too. No friends, and I found out my step dad was not my real dad. I hated everyone, everyone hated me. We were satisfied for a while, but I became lonely. I never had my friends until 6th grade.
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Sept 18, 2005 17:37:15 GMT -5
Post by E.N.T on Sept 18, 2005 17:37:15 GMT -5
Aww. D= -patpat-
The only bad thing about friends with me is that my mom moved to much when I was younger. Everytime I had made some friends, we'd move and I'd have to say goodbye. I've never seen any of my old friends since I've moved with my dad.
=o -waits-
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Sept 18, 2005 17:38:33 GMT -5
Post by OJ on Sept 18, 2005 17:38:33 GMT -5
Hiding this feeling,
Tucked deep inside
The strength inside,
Hidden away
Tears to be drawn,
Pain to be washed...
Float down that bloody river
And have a peek inside
This anger domianted
A emotion held deep inside my soul...
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Sept 18, 2005 17:40:44 GMT -5
Post by E.N.T on Sept 18, 2005 17:40:44 GMT -5
=o -snaps-
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Sept 18, 2005 17:41:04 GMT -5
Post by OJ on Sept 18, 2005 17:41:04 GMT -5
Short. Odd. And unusual. o.o
Everyone has their diffrences. Everyone has their emotions. Everyone has a pastlife untold, even if they do release their deepest secrets. To trust, or to fight. That is the answer that we hold.
And another odd short and unusual poem. x3; I'm onna roll.
Well, I'd begin blabbering about when mom left me home alone at quite a young age... But. I refuse to do so, seeing that the point's already being taken.
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