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Fit In

Member since 2003 · Posted 26 May 2003 · 5 comments

Late, in the Darkness of the night I sit and cry Knowing nothing's alright I feel so useless Unloved and Unwanted Oh how i wish I didn't have to be Someone who clearly Isn't me But someone I Don't even know So i just put on a show I act happy and So full of joy But really I'm Dying inside Wishing I had A differant life Wondering Does anyone Actually know who i am and if they did would i still fit in?

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[10] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 26-May-03/6:30 PM Reply

[8] thepinkbunnyofdoom 26-May-03/8:59 PM Reply

Hmmm... D.A.'s Vote here with a so much as a real word surprises me. Personally I thought this was good but not worthy of 10. I'd say more like an 8. Its good but just a little cliche, don't ask me how it manages not to be.

[10] beakism 27-May-03/5:30 AM Reply

yeah, no one understands us asl?

[10] wCUNTw 27-May-03/6:45 AM Reply

HHHHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEMMMMMMMMMMMMMMAAAAAAAASEX

[n/a] richa 27-May-03/10:20 AM Reply

simple sentiments, but I read some of your cliches and wonder if you really mean them
dying inside is a bit hyperbolous