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Saturday, 11 July 2009

A Poem/Rap...

A friend of mine once told me that my soul is priceless/
But the reason for that is that nobody wants to buy it/
He tried to comfort me and allow my pain to lessen/
by telling me today's a gift thats why its called the present/
I know people will sail you up shits creek with holes in your boat/
and tie a heavy burden to you so you can't even float/
He told me that everyone who sees me thinks I'm different/
then I told him that I'm not, I'm just normals equivalent.../



just something I threw together LOL


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