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Re: Continuous Poem - All of ours. Participate! :D -
November 6th 2011, 10:50 PM
She's become part of a sick and twisted game
The boy of her dreams
Now many miles away
Nobody to save her
Nobody to hear her
She lets out a scream
'There will be bad days, there will be good days, there will be really bad days, and really good days, and days that are not bad or good but just simply suck, but either way you got through it and you are here today and that is all that really matters''
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