the foiled attempt, by hidden
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I left his house, CD in hand
It was 11:45
he was desperate from what i could understand
I was bigger then him
but he followed me
he looked lightly built and slim
he clapped behind me
as i walked past the park without any lights
this would mean trouble that i could see
he shouted something inadiable behind my back
he ran towords me
i hoped that was that
he whisperd in my ear "hey kid wanna play?"
i turned around and looked down
i thought yes, why not play
a punch to the face
then to the head
he fell down
I punched him again
he was out
a shame
he had no money in his wallet |
Posted: 2005-10-08 11:23:23 UTC |
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2005-10-08 11:24:41 | hidden |
this is a true story, Last night i went to my friends house and sure enough i was attcked by him. I couldn't quite work in his punch but surfice to say he got a kicking. I meant to make this last night when i got back but my dad wouldn't let my on the PC :( |
2005-10-10 14:16:43 | Lora |
woa
thats a really good... and slightly scary
i like it :) |
2005-10-10 14:17:09 | Lora |
woa
thats a really good... and slightly scary
i like it :) |