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Post by hairsprayqueen on Aug 31, 2002 15:24:21 GMT
-a pessimistic optimist(ic)-
there was a time when i felt beautiful and i was free my dreams were kept in crystal castles to share with everyone else in time i grew and learned not everyone cared for my hurt they didnt even show concern and to think i was never warned .. suddenly i couldnt get any rest i had changed, i had become stressed
today i feel pittiful and resort to weed my dreams were broken by lifes constant hassless and i lost myself time pierced through my skin til it burned for mistakes i belived were when they werent in time i would be torned wishing i was never born so who would of guessed .. that child once so happy would end up so depressed
hope of finding that so longed love just wasnt enough seems i needed more then i wasnt worthy enough for what i adored those dreams that kept me alive through times i shouldnt of survived were on the edge to be lost and i would do anything, no matter the cost cuz i was so afraid until i stood still as i watched them fade
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Post by hairsprayqueen on Aug 31, 2002 15:27:32 GMT
this is weak compared to what i normally do, but its felt i used two rhymes i ve used before but yea, its cuz i have some kind of writing block and its not as easy to write for me as usually or as when am inspired. but yea that came out ..kinda forced and its more intellectual than spontanius or inspiring and you can see it from the rhyme squeme, its not your usual the paragraphs above rhyme with the ones below, thats how i made it. i thought it would be a clever idea. please r&r
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