

Am I your anything?I put this pen to the ripped and staind paper,Am I your anything?
rugged and wratchy.
Slimy and Painless.
Bloody and wet.
I keep on writing nothing can stop me now.
I'm on a roll.
Oh please. Please don't run out of ink. I don't have much time left . . . I must tell him how much I


Why does it matter?Pfft. I don't know.. This poem is so true... If you would call it a poem...^^;Why does it matter?
you're molly, eh?
i'm going to "watch" you now, methinks.
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and the lobsters in wheelchairs.
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i am the second
alone in a faceless crowd
a human caught
in monochrome dreams
i scream to wake up
my voice drowns deep underground
only the dead can hear me,
see me
(\m/)(~.^)(\m/)
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