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Dead Inside (Free verse) by drnick

My soul must be iron: Forged in fire but currently cold, crushing. The weight intense With structure long rusting. Bringin' me down, Like an anchor Through the ground. I make not a sound, And feel nothing.

drnick 12-Oct-06/12:27 AM
Your nagging is in violation of Men's Rule No. 1


and f.y.i. i'm not talking to any females anymore because all of you are life-sucking, abscent-minded, whimsical, love-cleavers...AND ITS ALWAYS ABOUT YOU ISNT IT?! YES, YOU'RE ALL QUITE PLEASED WITH YOURSEVES BUT THAT'S NOT ENOUGH, NO. YOU MUST PARASITE YOUR WAY THROUGH THE POPULUS CLAIMING ANY SPARK OF POTENTIAL YOU FIND IN ORDER TO FULFILL YOUR INSATIABLE THIRST FOR RUINING EVERYTHING!!!!

...eheh, got a little carried away there.




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