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Post by Hyde on Sept 8, 2008 22:41:39 GMT -5
Not knowing my own son feels like battery acid in my veins.
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Post by Jared on Nov 16, 2008 22:30:55 GMT -5
I've got a secret, so focus and lean in my hearts only good at whispering. My mind body and soul are better off, now that they've gotten rid of you.
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Post by Hyde on Nov 21, 2008 7:25:49 GMT -5
I wonder if stars get sick of being named stared at and being confused with others who look just like they do.
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Post by Kitten on Nov 21, 2008 21:51:50 GMT -5
I like the last one..
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Post by Hyde on Nov 25, 2008 1:29:45 GMT -5
Teach this fool improve this fool he's f*cking sick of being a tool.
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Post by Hyde on Nov 25, 2008 1:37:34 GMT -5
Torture me again baby this time make the pain more than emotional, after all, it's the closest we'll ever be.
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Post by Hyde on Jun 15, 2009 19:54:47 GMT -5
It's like I've dip dipped dived head first into the inferno. Opened armed embraced it's tedious tedium without thinking about my life ticking quickly away. This ram-shamble path has been taking it's toll on this prodigal poet who's out to prove you can still live even after you've lost track of who you are and where you want to go.
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Post by Hyde on Jun 25, 2009 11:04:48 GMT -5
I can count all my friends on one hand...
After the aftermath of my personal struggle I've found myself standing alone on the sidelines of my life. Don't be confused, this is no game, but we're all still players.
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Post by Hyde on Jul 13, 2009 10:17:54 GMT -5
Our differences and our backgrounds make us perfect like 8 and balanced beyond ying-yang.
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Post by Hyde on Jul 13, 2009 10:24:06 GMT -5
Call me havoc filled with wrath and tragically dramatic. The Doctor who's forced into corners and comes out swinging with Hyde the beast.
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Post by Hyde on Jul 30, 2009 11:47:50 GMT -5
I've been kissed by the flames of desire and find myself tracing the burns with anticipation of the next inferno.
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Post by Aish on Jul 30, 2009 18:17:15 GMT -5
The last one works perfectly on its own...you should post it in the forums. I know you've been writing ;P
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Post by Hyde on Jan 22, 2011 3:07:32 GMT -5
Sometimes I cry so long and hard that I forget why I'm crying in the first place. It often starts by thinking too hard about the things I've done often without thinking hard enough about them first. These "things" are memories of my past that stick like post-it notes to my soul with a religious type fervor refusing to let go or be forgotten. They do this because they're afraid I'll forget and then reenact those same "things" in oblivious ignorance and then be stupidly surprised when they appear again covered in inky tears and glue and the words "these memories will haunt you" written across their face.
Yeah, they'd rather just stay on me. Simple yellow journey reminders of who and where I've been and why I am the man I am today. So I figure it's okay if I hate'em when they make me cry, as long as I remember I made'em that way.
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Post by Hyde on Jan 25, 2011 2:59:50 GMT -5
The thought of being loved again, makes me nervous. My affinity to this feeling, wasn't created overnight. My worries, aren't without warrant. They've been formed after I thought I'd found my one, twice. Twice I was told, “I'll love you forever”. And twice I was glad they lied. Because their love even at it's finest, always found a way to hurt me.
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Post by Hyde on Mar 1, 2011 6:51:12 GMT -5
I feel like the lost boy off the movie "hook" searching this face in front of me for any small resemblance of my once great friend. Regrettably, unlike him, this lost boy only finds an empty emotionless shell that once carried his best friend.
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