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Where I Put My Stuff In :P Yeah, That's Right, So What Are You Gonna Do About It? XD
I'll put whatever in here, mostly poems and my book, though. I have a huge writer's block, though, and don't feel like typing the chapters right now. I'll probably be mostly typing poems in here Owo
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They stare with teary eyes, chanting they care, hearing their cries, they're showing us they need help dont let them down just yet, they're showing us they need help how much they regret, thousands died, only hundreds still alive, keeping up the spirit, shouting come on team lets hear it, bring one home for those loved ones, bring one home for those bystanders, bring one home for those workers... that died, everyone's a part of it... even the little boy crying at home all alone, watching the phone, waiting for that ring to tell him they're coming home, but they wont call, now he has no one at all, and for the rest of his life he wont fly in a plain, he's too scared he might fall, too scared he might hit that twin tower wall, and he cant explain what he's feeling at all, so while people hate him, while they just dont care, he cries at home all alone... because that boy is still there.
Wow, very intersting. This makes me think more about 9-11
Fallen Without Sin · Sun May 04, 2008 @ 04:19am · 0 Comments |
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