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09-23-04, 11:18 AM
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20-40 Lines House Rules 2 Days To Check 2 hours To Drop Verse 300 Posts To Vote No Crew Votes No Recycling No Biting Topic: Autophobia For Those Who Do Not Know What Autophobia Is...It Is A Fear Of Yourself. Goodluck. Minimum posts to vote: 300 Check in by: 09-25-04 at 11:18 AM Must drop verse in 120 minutes after check in. |
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09-23-04, 09:23 PM
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Verbal Abuse has ACCEPTED this battle on 09-23-04 09:23 PM.
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09-23-04, 10:06 PM
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36 Lines= the 3 verses (12 lines each) 4 Lines= chorus (it repeating does not add lines) 36 + 4 = 40 (Lines) Autophobia: (beat kicks in) no longer respected, deaths not so far off in the midst. most may negelct it, ya cant argue with the scars on ma' wrists. its so hard to resist, addiction helps escape reality's grip. i dont know how to fix the hurt i inflict. no longer at risk, fatalities this. *[summer before senior year] living crueshal moments, highschool diploma's within aspiring reach. still constructing this scarring speech a class president has hardly seeked. the pressure that comes from home is like an anvil apon a stone. soon enough the rock will ruin, its bound n proven...soon my shot is blown. im poorly prone n ready for after highschool education. i can say diversity does not exist, and be man born a fool to segregation. may it seem im not a dope, just because im not addicted. wrong! i know im sick with all the gifted prophecies my fams predicted. cigarettes were the first to vanish from the do's n don'ts. shook off the warnings, its tragic how much i abused..." I WONT "! thoughts of denial, now i know theres no use appaulling this. by summer's end, illegal actions was of the better part of a scrolling list. no longer respected, deaths not so far off in the midst. most may negelct it, ya cant argue with the scars on ma' wrists. its so hard to resist, addiction helps escape reality's grip. i dont know how to fix the hurt i inflict. no longer at risk, fatalities this. *[senior school season] the time to astound is now, must quit these foolish hobbies. buds a joke, it doesnt get me higher. all it does is robs me. schools a breeze, i wont struggle to inhabit the principle's list. i can see the finish line from here, 4.0 is under invincable grip. adrenalin's whip as my aid, i havnt failed to miss class once. i lied, cause ive been a slave to substance abuse this past month. went from extra academics to smokes at lunch, grades are fading. not carring this maze is debating my future career, whos phase is degrading? parents suspected the truth, no use in hiding my youth decision. knowing im under a loose provision, my folks understand the proof is prison. theres no use in livin a futureless present, this marks my eleventh absence. i admit addiction, and comprehend where a teens and a reverends gap is. no longer respected, deaths not so far off in the midst. most may negelct it, ya cant argue with the scars on ma' wrists. its so hard to resist, addiction helps escape reality's grip. i dont know how to fix the hurt i inflict. no longer at risk, fatalities this. *[week of graduation] prom night was bomb, ive kept along with my new direction. why section off an organism? weeds an antidote like prude disection. those who knew infection, know its neccisary that i smoke. no joke, i cant quit this dope...i need it like bad kids need soap. i began to cut, blind of all morals but those of suicidal thoughts. failed to retire of tobacco once, i must create new revival plots. my idols lost, my actions have caused my dreams to slip home position. so its written..."your body is the temple of God"...well my throne is missin. so it was. July 18th, Liz died a victom to minor narcotics in Salem, Oregon. with good intensions of a suicidal heart, yet denied ma' body in result of failin' organs. ya see i wanted to quit, but i couldnt nail it...like a wooden knot. maybe my motives were off target, but God dont hate me cause i couldnt stop. no longer respected, deaths not so far off in the midst. most may negelct it, ya cant argue with the scars on ma' wrists. its so hard to resist, addiction helps escape reality's grip. i dont know how to fix the hurt i inflict. no longer at risk, fatalities this. |
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