by the reason for the word w on Wed May 11, 2005 3:32 pm
I start thinking its our corridor in Hall, Loony. It's cursed, or maybe just our two rooms... "We all begin with good intend, when love was raw and young, we believe that we can change ourselves, the past can be undone, but we carry on our back the burden time always reveals, in the lonely light of morning, in the wound that would not heal, it's the bitter taste of losing everything I've held so dear" says my real player!
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What ravages of spirit
conjured this temptuous rage
created you a monster
broken by the rules of love
Are you a terrorist?
- Depends! Are you terrified?