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Different Paths

Member since 2003 · Posted 26 Mar 2004 · 4 comments

I want to swim the ocean while you're content wading in the creek you roll your eyes with doubt everytime I speak of my ambition You won't even listen about my passion, my dreams I guess to you it just seems so unreal the way I feel about life Tied and bound by your negativity If I don't get out it will contaminate me I won't be discouraged I won't stumble over your block I'm leaving with my pride and courage no more for you to mock

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[10] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 26-Mar-04/12:35 PM Reply

An ivory-handled bum sausage of dignity. -10-

[n/a] singinkygal › -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 26-Mar-04/12:58 PM Reply

thank you very much :)

[7] deleted user 26-Mar-04/7:44 PM Reply

I would not try to make this rhyme. You have a provocative thing to say; it doesn't need rhyme.

[6] zodiac 27-Mar-04/9:56 AM Reply

""For me, it started with the little things such as "soft-porn", and before I knew it I was spending many evenings and early mornings locked in my bedroom entertaining this seedy indulgence. Pornography is such a integral part of my life that only very recently did I realize that this demon had imbedded itself into my Heart of Darkness."