The Troubled ChildI lie in the sun, Watching life pass me by like a car on the highway, The bumps, the twists, the misdirection. It is troublesome for me because I'm an inconsistent child. Try as I may, things just don't come out right, It seems as though my world is swerving on the mountains, One false move will send me tumbling, Yet there are the good things in life like love, happiness, Friends, and life itself. But if you underestimate it,The Troubled Child
They will turn their back on you,
Leaving you helpless to the treacheries of Satan, To which you will never defeat. I am lonely now,
Porkipin....
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join my club "The Random Book of Random club" [link]
Your friend ~Lord-Tghice refered us to you and told us you were a great poet so we were wondering if you'd like to join our poetry club.
-Pasta Salad-
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Join our Poetry Club
While it may be difficult for your small, arrogant minds to understand that you must click an extra time to actually visit the bloody journal and read godforbid. YOU MUST!
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I shall not fadeaway
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I shall not fadeaway
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yo queiro jugar con un gato y leche en mis pantalones.
:F
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I shall not fadeaway
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I shall not fadeaway
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I shall not fadeaway
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