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Dreams...
Looking In This Mirror, Like Broken Glass, All I See is a Shattered Dream.. My Very Own World Is crumbling in my own hands or so it may seem.. Rubbing My Fingers, Against The Sharp Edges, Reminds me of Regrets.. Looking In This Mirror, All i see is a shattered Dream.. Staring Blankly At My Reflection, And Seeing No Soul.... Its As If I My Tears have dried, and my hearts made of coal... Deep Down, Im feeling That my Days are Out-Numbered.. As I stare blankly at my reflection and see no Soul... As The Hands Of Time Gain On Me, My Time Seems To Fade... And i can no longer InVision The Dreams That I Made.... With That Being Said... I Believe Its Time For Me To Go.. As The Hands Of Time Gain On Me, My Times Seems To Fade... Just Getting Back in The Swing Of Things... |
im feelin it dawg its deep
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keep it up............holla at cha
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this piece sucked one giant ass.....like in fat bitches porno.....whoa..........haha, j/m....check TE for my respone wet dreams (<----your new nick)
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^^lol, your vocabulary is prominent here, for a short piece,you say a lot in this poem, nice job, i was feeling this..keep dropping.1
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yah i wrote this in like 5 minutes.. just getting some off that poetry rust off.. upping..
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