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# Man of a hundred and forty four deaths.
Woman of a dozen dozens more.
Or something like that, hahaha.
(, Wed 11 Mar 2009, 6:46, archived)
# my life is only sorrow and misery
I'm left for Dead
thrown away why do i waste
my time here today
there is no gray and whats hope
i had hope every day for this pain
to fade away
why live on to see another day
the greatest pain and i have no idea
what its from
i ruined everyone around im no good for
anyone
im sorry i wasted your time that was
oh so dear
but im sorry for the love i have gave
its all from my heart every time i say it
i mean just that
but now its my time that
last time you said it back
i wish i would burn out
and the lights would go dim
i dont care that the bible call's it a sin
ill go to hell and suffer my pain
nothing is worse then
the next day
im so sad i wish it would go away
nothing i know stops it so
i want to go
go away
im sorry for anyhting that made you hate me
but dream big and reach your dreams
your strong and can carry on better then me
i hope you take this world right and not like me
i love everyone and everything but yet
myself is the thing i hate
the eternal dream
sleep and sleep
horrible dreams

(, Wed 11 Mar 2009, 6:49, archived)
# I have not your skills, Doc. So I needs must use mine.
O thou, the first in merit and command!
And you the peers and princes of the land!
May every joy be yours! Nor this the least,
When due libation shall have crown'd the feast,
Safe to my home to send your happy guest.
Complete are now the bounties you have given,
Be all those bounties, but confirm'd by Heaven!
So may I find, when all my wanderings cease,
My consort blameless, and my friends in peace.
On you be every bliss; and every day,
In home-felt joys, delighted roll away;
Yourselves, your wives, your long-descending race,
May every god enrich with every grace!
Sure fix'd on virtue may your nation stand,
And public evil never touch the land!

edit: *googles*
Ahh, I see. I wilt say the same again.
Your finger on the pulse of now, and me of then.
(, Wed 11 Mar 2009, 6:55, archived)
# its funny because this one is from an famous blind poet and mine was copy and pasted from some kid's myspace blog
(, Wed 11 Mar 2009, 7:00, archived)
# Just was editing in above.
And just so. As alike as two different things we are, LOL.
(, Wed 11 Mar 2009, 7:03, archived)
# i am laughing out loud
but not really

im just sort of snickering to myself
(, Wed 11 Mar 2009, 7:05, archived)
# Snidely, I would hope.
As that is the best kind. Except perhaps the snicker
one uses when you have painted 'Gay' on a wall or
stolen the last piece of cake from a younger sibling.
(, Wed 11 Mar 2009, 7:10, archived)