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Coins.
May 7, 2005 9:32:11 GMT -5
Post by Xombie on May 7, 2005 9:32:11 GMT -5
Coins all over the world living thir life like they wish. Coins are humans with everyday a new dish. A new coin is made and is made with great hope. But only few will last their life with cope. We try to hold on but we all fall away. Trying to find ourselfs in the place where we stay. But the thing we dont know is the earth has its holes. Where we cannot find our own slef souls. I want to help you but you push me astary. I pull you up, but you pull me down. Down to the ground where you lay there to. I dont like this place. And nether do you. But for some reason you lay here just like a coin. I guess its the season that you wont join. I will help you if you just let me. I wish you the best but I think I must go. I'm sorry I wasn't able to help you out of the hole... That was a poem I wrote about one of my friends. Thats what makes it so sad whenever I read it.
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Coins.
Jun 14, 2005 7:17:08 GMT -5
Post by darkangel13 on Jun 14, 2005 7:17:08 GMT -5
yea, great poem cole. i agree with charity, fight it.* which i think u already have but thats not the point *
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Coins.
Jun 14, 2005 10:27:55 GMT -5
Post by Xombie on Jun 14, 2005 10:27:55 GMT -5
No I havent. It keeps coming back to me.
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Coins.
Jun 14, 2005 10:29:12 GMT -5
Post by darkangel13 on Jun 14, 2005 10:29:12 GMT -5
awwwww. u poor dear.
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