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1/11/2014 11:59:42 PM
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Alone
In the corner I sat
Feeling the desire to release my wrath
A soul tainted by malice
Was inside me fighting for release
To hurt, to wreck
To kill happiness in every aspect
I have no friend
I have no foe
For I am lonely
I have no glow
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Haha. I know it's lame but please do comment so I can improve :)
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#Offtopic
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Is this some kind of teen angst?
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This needs to be a bannable offense.
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Needs more edge.
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Didn't realize b.net was getting so depressing
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Needs more marmite
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I'm a boatman Gee I'm sore I came home without an oar
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Editado por Bolt: 1/12/2014 7:16:50 PMI like 343's poem.
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In the corner I sat... ON SOME DICK!
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I think it sounds very good (not a happy good, but I'm sure you know what I mean). Is there a particular point for the poem or was it just something you wanted to do?
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Dumbest. Poem. Ever.
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Title doesn't cover the poem, and the poem is dull with no decent literary assets. Fellow users, be warned that attention whore levels are at critical mass. Gay meltdown is inevitable, escape while you still can.
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This, of all threads, should not end with a smiley face..xD
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18 Respuestas[spoiler]Tonight I feel ambitious and so does my foot as it sinks on the pedal I press it to the floor I don't need a girl don't need a friend cause my friend lonesome's unconditional We're flying forever bored And for a moment I love everything that I see and think and feel I love my broken side view mirror Cause it's so perfect I'm so perfect you're so perfect you're not here I hear the change in gears My pile shakes as I hit eighty on the open road This is an open road song The night is beckoning although I have nowhere to go but home Feels good to be alone With every turn comes a new frame of mind if I could frame my mind Where would it hang? My pile shakes as I hit eighty on the open road My pile shakes as I hit eighty on the open road My pile shakes as I hit eighty on the open road This is an open road song I crack a window and feel the cool air cleanse my every pore As I pour my poor heart out To a radio song that's patient and willing to listen My volume drowns it out But that's O.K. Cause I sound better than him anyway any day yeah my voice is sweet as salt I search for comfort and I find it where I've found it many times before Times before can be forgotten My pile shakes as I hit eighty on the open road My pile shakes as I hit eighty on the open road My pile shakes as I hit eighty on the open road This is an open road song[/spoiler] I can't help but think of this song when someone mentions how lonely they are.... Pretty good poem, but a bit too depressing for my taste... But again, pretty good.
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1 RespuestaFor a second I actually thought you where Shadows.
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You have my pity
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Get a dog or something. Sheesh.
