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Post by Archagon on Sept 25, 2003 23:22:00 GMT -5
this one's about child hug and murder...i don't believe int his, i don't feel this, I have no clue why i wrote it, it freaks me out
Profile Now, first things first, my friend, I love you all. I really do. But sometimes Things must go askew, for selfish ways. Please do not look at me that way; I mean no harm Unless you fidget, little girl. That's just the way we are. Oh, please don't cry, you have to feel That sometimes urges cannot let us stop. Is it not so? I know you felt it long before We ever met. So why do you still cry? Please do not run...I'll have no choice. It's happening, just like it has before. My steel cuts into flesh. The wine flows forth. Now let us love. I'm sorry, little girl. That's just the way we are.
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Post by BlueDolphin on Sept 25, 2003 23:31:43 GMT -5
Wow, that is freaky...
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Post by geneva on Sept 26, 2003 0:31:34 GMT -5
and why are you wrting about child hug? >_O
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Post by Archagon on Sept 26, 2003 0:33:21 GMT -5
I...don't...know... 0_o
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Post by geneva on Sept 26, 2003 0:41:31 GMT -5
thaz almost more disturbing than the poem itself.
a freudian slip perhaps?
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Post by Nature's Fury on Sept 26, 2003 19:17:22 GMT -5
wow... Thats very well written, while being exceptionally disturbing.
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Post by Archagon on Sept 26, 2003 19:43:34 GMT -5
Thanks! I think...
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Post by Salome on Sept 26, 2003 21:59:07 GMT -5
um... alexi? ... uh... never mind
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Post by Devastatingly Yours on Sept 27, 2003 0:14:14 GMT -5
huh... fits my disturbing childhood, rather well... especially when one views it from the child's eyes
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