
Most are bunnies.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Words: 111 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 09-19-07 - Status: Complete - id: 2416953
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I think I lost the meaning
In the midst of the these courses
What happened to my will to fight?
Steady hearts were burning
Yet I can't lit this candle now
The days drag on like obtuse cigarettes
The puffs representing my life blowing away
What was I doing here any way?
I think I se the wrong course,
But of course I was young and learning
Still can't figure where I went wrong
I can feel my heart beating in my chest
Not an ounce of silver or metal has pierced my flesh
So why do I wish to lie in the grass
Just to stare at clouds?
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