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FFR Player
Join Date: Aug 2003
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God, I'm bored.... So so bored... Do you wanna know how bored? Bored enough that I wrote a poem....
(F.A.G.G.O.T) I am a shell. Nothing more Inside I am empty, outside is tough When you brush me I feel nothing You squeeze my heart I do not twinge But you don’t, you walk on by without a word without a sound In my direction Your gaze now falls now that you know my truth Inside my shell buried deep inside below the nothing below the haze and fog You speak to me you pierce me through I feel the hurt of one small word: (This below is where I got the title from) Feel All Grating Gazes Open Towards everything in your face You hate you loathe I feel I cower You’ve pierced me now I bleed Now it flows free Free but not For I am not My shell is thicker than before But too thick and now caves in The shards I pick and to run me through I am through See? That's how bored I was.... *sigh* I wish I had something better to do.... But I don't....Well, I suppose I could have spent the past 7 minutes playing ffr... but my fingers are getting bogged down from te repittion... I'm thinking too much... I tihnk I'll go to bed... God I'm bored...
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