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Jim Shady. (Free verse) by The troubled sinner I drink till I care no more.
My head is shaking and my feet won't touch the floor.
I'm felling like a soggy dream.
I live inside this mental cage - wondering whether my emotions can be
seen.
The drugs can only help so much.
Nothings going to change my mind.
How could she do this to me?
I've lost my mind and I don't care.
Delightful to disastarous is such a short break.
I thought I knew you - thought I was the only one that understood.
Maybe its my hair...............
Up the ladder:
why?
Down the ladder:
American Haiku
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Posted: July 29, 2002 5:27 AM PDT; Last modified: July 29, 2002 5:27 AM PDTWeighted score: 4.577378 Overall Rank: 12587 Comments:
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Art Glocken @ 143.52.4.68
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29-Jul-02/5:38 AM
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A good first effort - have you done a lot of work ? i'd like to see it. It would be nice if u would cheer up though i sense your at a loose end.
Absoloute shit.
Maybe it is your hair, Is it a bit scraggly? or a bit like Gareth Gates'? or maybe Chris Waddle 1990 circa....who knows?..
Tell me your sins
I don't have enough time to tell you my sins from the last day - never mind any longer. I am truly a sinner.
Yes its your hair, its in your eyes so you can't see to write properly
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