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I used to... But now I...
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Cristabella
Manta Ray
Joined: Wed Jul 04, 2007 4:37 pm
Posts: 79
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 I used to... But now I... This a fun little game, I learned the other day. It's pretty easy and you can learn more about folks this way. You basically fill in the... Get it? I'll start.
I used to be afraid of the dark.
But now I enjoy it.
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"But just then my knees give under me
My head feels weak and suddenly
It's clear to see it's not them but me
Who's lost my self-identity
And I hide behind these books I read
While scribbling my poetry
Like art could save a wretch like me
Some ideal ideology
That no one could hope to achieve
And I'm never real, it's just a sketch of me
And everything I've made is trite and cheap
And a waste
Of paint, of tape, of time"
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| Sun Jul 19, 2009 12:24 am |
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Cristabella
Manta Ray
Joined: Wed Jul 04, 2007 4:37 pm
Posts: 79
Location: Anywhere
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Re: I used to... But now I... I used to bite my nails all the time...
But now I just bite them when I'm nervous...
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"But just then my knees give under me
My head feels weak and suddenly
It's clear to see it's not them but me
Who's lost my self-identity
And I hide behind these books I read
While scribbling my poetry
Like art could save a wretch like me
Some ideal ideology
That no one could hope to achieve
And I'm never real, it's just a sketch of me
And everything I've made is trite and cheap
And a waste
Of paint, of tape, of time"
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| Mon Jul 20, 2009 11:58 am |
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Cristabella
Manta Ray
Joined: Wed Jul 04, 2007 4:37 pm
Posts: 79
Location: Anywhere
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Re: I used to... But now I... I used to think that most people didn't care about anyone but themselves...
But now I know that sometimes most people care a little too much...
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"But just then my knees give under me
My head feels weak and suddenly
It's clear to see it's not them but me
Who's lost my self-identity
And I hide behind these books I read
While scribbling my poetry
Like art could save a wretch like me
Some ideal ideology
That no one could hope to achieve
And I'm never real, it's just a sketch of me
And everything I've made is trite and cheap
And a waste
Of paint, of tape, of time"
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