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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.

Dovina 12-Oct-06/2:58 PM
Yes, I fully understand your desire not to talk to females anymore. We are so emotional and unreasonable all the time! Why, if you should try a little kidding on a woman, she's never a good sport about it, but always takes it in some sensitive way you never intended.




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