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thepyro222
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thepyro222
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Peasant

I live down on my knees,
In the dirt and Grime,
Stuck in the quicksand,
Watching time slip away,
I reach out but never call,
Darkness surrounds my known world,
Third eye blind,
Head in the sand,
Trying to escape the bitter walls I've built,
This life is of my own doing,
This hell, by my own hands made,
I cannot find a way out,
There is no way out,
I am a hollow shell,
Only half of what I am,
Where did the other half go?
Why must I have to live,
if all I want to do is sleep?

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Nurvana
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Nurvana
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Farmer

What is your inspiration?

ABarOfSoap
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ABarOfSoap
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Nomad

*Licks walls*

Hm... Ew. These are bitter.

Post more, good sir.

Nurvana
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Nurvana
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Farmer

*Licks walls*


No no don't- ... oh ...
Ew. These are bitter.


You think? Now, off to the paramedics with you. Say Nurv sent you, and that you were trying to lick poetry again.
murasaki9
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Blacksmith

This is very depressing. But, I think its a remarkable work
or art.

ABarOfSoap
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ABarOfSoap
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Nomad

*Licks walls*

No no don't- ... oh ...

Ew. These are bitter.

You think? Now, off to the paramedics with you. Say Nurv sent you, and that you were trying to lick poetry again.


Now that I think of it... My stomach is feeling a bit queasy. What was in that poetry?
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