i will rite poam for youaltho i cant rite about pokemon or litter
metaphorei sit waiting, alone we all, get pickked but only one of, us chossen me existance is short and i then starts agen new somewer else but, wate here here they come nowmetaphore
20 two of us lined up ready for the end one by one they, open us up and see, are insides the berded devil laughs and makes us wate "come back after the break" he saids to delay are inevintible
this is my life...
a box on deal or no deal
Soulthe emptiness, of my soul rings through the void, that, is my soul, like like a crippled owl my eyes string after, crying all they're wishes, away, down the metaphore, (that is my life) rings through time like theSoul
dropslets of an ice, sculpture melting to the floor in, a bowl of water, at my 30th birthday. party
the chalkboard of my, memories: wiped clean of all pictures an ddoodles !
one last, pictures remains
a pony on a bycicle
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Go migrate with the lemmings
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