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The End
Tick, tock, tick, tock goes the clock
As time passes so slowly.
Oh, I wish I had a gun,
Oh, I how I wish this could be over,
Just that little bit sooner.
I feel sick now, my stomach hurts too.
Is this just the beginning of my pain,
Or simply the end?
I don’t want too feel ill,
I just want to feel better.
Am I what everyone says that I am?
Am I lazy?
Am I gutless?
I know I’m not crazy.
Oh, How if I wasn’t so lazy,
Maybe, just maybe I could have gone swimming with the fishies.
Oh, if I wasn’t so gutless, I could have slashed open my wrists,
Or jumped under a train instead.
It’s to late now for remorse,
Too late for what ifs.
The deed is done.
The bottle lies empty on the floor,
Not long to go now.
I don’t believe in Heaven,
I don’t believe in Hell.
But I do believe,
Where ever I go,
It can be no worse than this life,
I slowly leave behind.
Tick, tock, tick, tock goes the clock
As time passes so slowly.
Oh, I wish I had a gun,
Oh, I how I wish this could be over,
Just that little bit sooner.
I feel sick now, my stomach hurts too.
Is this just the beginning of my pain,
Or simply the end?
I don’t want too feel ill,
I just want to feel better.
Am I what everyone says that I am?
Am I lazy?
Am I gutless?
I know I’m not crazy.
Oh, How if I wasn’t so lazy,
Maybe, just maybe I could have gone swimming with the fishies.
Oh, if I wasn’t so gutless, I could have slashed open my wrists,
Or jumped under a train instead.
It’s to late now for remorse,
Too late for what ifs.
The deed is done.
The bottle lies empty on the floor,
Not long to go now.
I don’t believe in Heaven,
I don’t believe in Hell.
But I do believe,
Where ever I go,
It can be no worse than this life,
I slowly leave behind.
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Cause - the computers are MAPPED to different locations although they may look the same.
How to prove - on a computer seeing the data create a text file in the data directory called FINDME.TXT
Look from the computer that cannot see the data. It will not be visible.
That's a good poem. I like the verse that goes:
"I don’t believe in Heaven,
I don’t believe in Hell.
But I do believe,
Where ever I go,
It can be no worse than this life,
I slowly leave behind."
It's very powerful (as my english teacher would say! - He would LOVE this!)
"I don’t believe in Heaven,
I don’t believe in Hell.
But I do believe,
Where ever I go,
It can be no worse than this life,
I slowly leave behind."
It's very powerful (as my english teacher would say! - He would LOVE this!)
Ant wrote:
> Hehe, as Grix said, everyone's writing about death at the moment. :D
That was
> cool. Dark, yet strangely amusing at times. I liked the "swimming with
> fishies" line. The use of "fishies" was a nice contrast to the
> actual darkness of the line.
Sorry if this reply is crap, I'm just not that
> good at poetry. {:)
Any comments are 'good'. Why don't you try writing a poem?
It carn't be any worse than mine.
> Hehe, as Grix said, everyone's writing about death at the moment. :D
That was
> cool. Dark, yet strangely amusing at times. I liked the "swimming with
> fishies" line. The use of "fishies" was a nice contrast to the
> actual darkness of the line.
Sorry if this reply is crap, I'm just not that
> good at poetry. {:)
Any comments are 'good'. Why don't you try writing a poem?
It carn't be any worse than mine.
Hehe, as Grix said, everyone's writing about death at the moment. :D
That was cool. Dark, yet strangely amusing at times. I liked the "swimming with fishies" line. The use of "fishies" was a nice contrast to the actual darkness of the line.
Sorry if this reply is crap, I'm just not that good at poetry. {:)
That was cool. Dark, yet strangely amusing at times. I liked the "swimming with fishies" line. The use of "fishies" was a nice contrast to the actual darkness of the line.
Sorry if this reply is crap, I'm just not that good at poetry. {:)
The End
Tick, tock, tick, tock goes the clock
As time passes so slowly.
Oh, I wish I had a gun,
Oh, I how I wish this could be over,
Just that little bit sooner.
I feel sick now, my stomach hurts too.
Is this just the beginning of my pain,
Or simply the end?
I don’t want too feel ill,
I just want to feel better.
Am I what everyone says that I am?
Am I lazy?
Am I gutless?
I know I’m not crazy.
Oh, How if I wasn’t so lazy,
Maybe, just maybe I could have gone swimming with the fishies.
Oh, if I wasn’t so gutless, I could have slashed open my wrists,
Or jumped under a train instead.
It’s to late now for remorse,
Too late for what ifs.
The deed is done.
The bottle lies empty on the floor,
Not long to go now.
I don’t believe in Heaven,
I don’t believe in Hell.
But I do believe,
Where ever I go,
It can be no worse than this life,
I slowly leave behind.
Tick, tock, tick, tock goes the clock
As time passes so slowly.
Oh, I wish I had a gun,
Oh, I how I wish this could be over,
Just that little bit sooner.
I feel sick now, my stomach hurts too.
Is this just the beginning of my pain,
Or simply the end?
I don’t want too feel ill,
I just want to feel better.
Am I what everyone says that I am?
Am I lazy?
Am I gutless?
I know I’m not crazy.
Oh, How if I wasn’t so lazy,
Maybe, just maybe I could have gone swimming with the fishies.
Oh, if I wasn’t so gutless, I could have slashed open my wrists,
Or jumped under a train instead.
It’s to late now for remorse,
Too late for what ifs.
The deed is done.
The bottle lies empty on the floor,
Not long to go now.
I don’t believe in Heaven,
I don’t believe in Hell.
But I do believe,
Where ever I go,
It can be no worse than this life,
I slowly leave behind.