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Post by Static Burn on Jan 20, 2004 20:18:48 GMT -5
OK. Here's a new game. Add a new line to the poem.
I can't describe how I felt that day
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Post by Ape on Jan 20, 2004 20:47:30 GMT -5
Knocked off my feet, didn't know what to say
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Post by Static Burn on Jan 20, 2004 21:08:29 GMT -5
As I rose, I could finally see
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Post by Ape on Jan 20, 2004 21:12:49 GMT -5
I'm all alone and i'm so empty
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Post by Static Burn on Jan 20, 2004 21:16:33 GMT -5
I look around, then I look inside
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Post by SuperBassX84 on Jan 20, 2004 21:25:31 GMT -5
I try to run, I try to hide.
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Post by Static Burn on Jan 21, 2004 17:15:36 GMT -5
But the feeling's there, I can't escape
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Post by Ape on Jan 21, 2004 17:23:41 GMT -5
The day i'm freed, i just can't wait
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Post by Static Burn on Jan 21, 2004 18:39:43 GMT -5
I'll stand up and break my chains
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Post by Ashlie on Jan 21, 2004 18:42:11 GMT -5
But untill that day i'm so ashamed
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Post by Static Burn on Jan 21, 2004 19:04:33 GMT -5
I hide my face and drop my head
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Post by Ashlie on Jan 21, 2004 20:04:54 GMT -5
I see my feet, Thats all i see
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Post by SuperBassX84 on Jan 22, 2004 13:15:08 GMT -5
There is no real worth in me.
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Post by Static Burn on Jan 22, 2004 13:31:17 GMT -5
My sadness swells, my anger wells
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Post by SuperBassX84 on Jan 22, 2004 13:55:03 GMT -5
And inside me the pain still dwells
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Post by Ape on Jan 22, 2004 16:38:04 GMT -5
Try to hide it with silence
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Post by Static Burn on Jan 22, 2004 18:25:46 GMT -5
But all my dreams are tirtured violence
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Post by Ape on Jan 22, 2004 19:53:52 GMT -5
You're the spark that starts the fire
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Post by Static Burn on Jan 22, 2004 21:52:20 GMT -5
You've been walking a really thin wire
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Post by Ashlie on Jan 22, 2004 21:54:41 GMT -5
I dream of falling, Of just letting go
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