Saturday, 10 April 2010

WEN IT DROPPED, IT TICKLED IT WAY DOWN.... deep down nowhere...

It olwez takes da minutes out of da hour to bring back memories..............
memoirs..... dat stil floats infront of my eyes... n da oder ones dat is stil piercin da wounded self....
it staggers stil 2 kno da hard truth....
the truth dat lay underneath da layers of glazin blaze...
i hate 2 reckon 2 it but m adamnat 2 fight it back...
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  1. Rigzin Namgyal10 April 2010 at 02:27

    ..memories dat still pierce d wounded self..
    ..d truth tht lay underneath d layers of glazin blaze..
    ..WOW!!!!..dat was amazing...so much of pain in des two lines...

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  2. T@shy11 April 2010 at 04:26

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