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4:49
Feb 12, 2005 2:17:08 GMT -5
Post by SuperBassX84 on Feb 12, 2005 2:17:08 GMT -5
With tons of bands and games galore I will not love you anymore It cannot be It will not be It will never ever be
Loyalty is left alone To spend his Friday night at home Drunkenness spreads Stupidity spreads Degradation of everything spreads
The door held open is slammed in my face I’m stuck here, wanting, in a beautiful place It’s not what I want I know what I want I can never get what I want
I will not love you past today Too bad I’ll do it anyway It’s what I do It’s what I must do It’s what I want and need to do
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4:49
Feb 14, 2005 12:40:55 GMT -5
Post by piñata on Feb 14, 2005 12:40:55 GMT -5
Good one, Bass. WTF is up with the title, though?
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4:49
Feb 14, 2005 16:16:36 GMT -5
Post by Ape on Feb 14, 2005 16:16:36 GMT -5
I'm guessing it has something to do with the time of day? He said his sleeping habits are forked up, so i wouldn't doubt if he wrote this at (nearly) 5 in the morning. I like it though.
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4:49
Feb 14, 2005 21:18:35 GMT -5
Post by SuperBassX84 on Feb 14, 2005 21:18:35 GMT -5
Ape essentially hit the nail on the head.
I've decided to write as many poems as I can under the time of day heading. Once I hit the same title twice, I'll start a new policy of naming. Heh.
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