Building bridges through city streets
An act, almost of defiance
One of our only wondrous feats
Even as, day after day, we toil in vain
There is much we neglect to say
And soon one sees the nothing we can gain
When flowers grow black on our graves
Moonlight glistens your tears
For merciful death life is waived
When what is set is done
From smallest ant to largest whale
The prize is unable to be won
Blood drips dark, a smile sad
A haunting scream you turn your head
Don't dare look- it's what you should have had
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its as simple as making it so only people who have blogs can comment so some of these people/person can go out and get a life instead of sitting at home insulting people over the internet.
please for the sake of humanity change the settings.
Ah, if they get a kick out of it, let them, it's just James, Joel, Matty, and Brett. And yes, they are stupid, but at least it gives them the false semblance that they have a life, so maybe, in their sick twisted minds, it makes them feel good.
You're giving yourselves away, guys.
you know what teri, i'm NOT one of those people
i never left a single comment, and i cant say anything about those other guys, but im pretty sure they didnt, cause why would we?? we do have better things to do. so how could we give ourselves away if its not us?
yeah so i'm sitting her feelin pretty horny looking for a girl to cyber.
I'm a pretty busy guy
point proven.
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