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Post by johnny nobody on Oct 4, 2011 10:56:13 GMT
thoughts of times when we could have been happy fly into the sunset on flimsy wings of nothingness memories of betrayals intended and unintended lie unforgettable in the hidden zones of my heart trust crucified like a deserted saviour devotion and love pierced sideways bloodily let the world come to a tear-screaming end and my past cares will find delicious sleep my final gasped poisoned words will be for you hoping you squirm in guilt at my suicide should Jesus exist in his imagined celestial glory maybe He will join in the echoing laughter
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Post by Daphne on Oct 5, 2011 15:55:05 GMT
Most odd. Either this is deep and I am dumb. Or vice versa.
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Post by Engelbert Humpalot on Oct 31, 2011 18:55:24 GMT
I found this creepy.
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