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 Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 4:37 pm
the price of life is the pain of another,
the price all must pay,
in order to live,
in order for happieness,
their must be the same in pain,
hurt,
sadness,
death,
we ourselves have pain,
thats how we know we are alive,
dead cant feel pain,
pain causes death,
but it reminds us of how frail we are,
to die of such a thing as pain,
we all suffer pain,
we all know pain,
the price is paid as we live,
the knowledge is gained as we age,
to know pain is the price,
to feel pain is to know your alive,
for only the dead feel no pain...
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2008 5:16 pm
Very edgy. Once you start feeling creped out you start to feel distorted then calm and then all of those things at the same time.
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Posted: Mon Oct 20, 2008 11:37 pm
It doesn't feel very organized. Maybe you intended it to be that way though.
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Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2008 2:29 pm
pretty much... nothing of mine is really organized...
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