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| 26 Mar 2012 09:42 AM |
Much more then numerous times I feel, I am of an nuisance of this world, Like the one lost piece of a puzzle, thought never to be found again, Like the oddity of the pack, much different from the rest, Like a loner
Despite that they open up at times, See me for who I am, Like the final piece of a puzzle, without it all incomplete, Like the alpha of the pack, without I all would die out, though those times are rare,
They are short living, yet well lived, though every candle burns out, sooner or later, and I always welcome either |
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| 27 Mar 2012 10:02 AM |
First of all, you copied this from some guy on the RP forum. Second of all, wrong forum. |
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| 27 Mar 2012 10:28 AM |
First of all that guy on the RP forum was me. Second of all Poems are related to books. |
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| 27 Mar 2012 10:29 AM |
Oh. Is this poem in a book? |
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| 27 Mar 2012 10:38 AM |
Yes, actually. I would consider my journal a book. |
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| 27 Mar 2012 02:09 PM |
Pwned @whyevenbanme
I like the poem. It's not bad. |
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