A Victim of Disorganized Thinking, by &!*
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Shed that skin to find a new home.
Those muscles and bones will become new clothes.
I may be wrong, but you just made a new fashion.
And with all of your insides becoming your outsides,
Maybe you won't be able to bury the ecstasy and apprehension
with a smile.
I hate to admit it,
But I smile harder than anyone.
Unfortunately, this may last forever.
Say hello to your superego.
Make the right decision and maybe I'll follow.
Tonight, I'm bullet-proof,
Just try to shoot this down.
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Posted: 2006-01-15 20:05:04 UTC |
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2006-01-17 16:33:10 | Faith |
Hmmmm... i'm not really sure what the poem is about, but i like the way you've written it! |
2006-01-29 22:31:47 | stolen soul |
that was great maybe I take some advice some time.=) |