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Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by carbon monoxide perfume, Jun 19, 2007.

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  1. It all began late in spring,
    It happens in your early teens,
    What seem to be reality, is sometimes only a question...

    "As death stands above me;
    Whispering low into my ear;
    All I know that there is only pain, and fear"

    So ask a favor of the razor...
    Tell me what you think?
    Now I can show you just what I have been thinking,
    Without a sound...

    As springs rolls over to fall,
    When everything around you seem dead,
    You will be wishing I was here,
    So you can spend all that time waiting,
    For something to show you some peace...

    But when nothing comes,
    I hope you find some comfort in your tears,
    Because in the end, the only one you have is yourself,
    There are no second chances,
    I guess it's true what they say...

    It all began late in spring,
    What seems to be reality,
    Is a question unanswered...
     
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