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09-13-2008, 02:33 AM
Sorry to just BUMP this thread after a month but i have a poem....
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We lay in our beds, with blank faces,
Our eyes are red, our cheeks are wet, all we can think about is not the present, nor the past, but the future. each in our lives we all want to say, after somthing big happens we just want to pray 'i don't want to grow up'
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