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No poetry.
No cry for help.
No mocked up story.
No deep inner secret that I struggle to admit to myself.
I'm just lonely.
I'm so lonely I just -had- to tell someone.
Night night everyone. Fog Story people, I won't be writing tonight. Sorry.
No cry for help.
No mocked up story.
No deep inner secret that I struggle to admit to myself.
I'm just lonely.
I'm so lonely I just -had- to tell someone.
Night night everyone. Fog Story people, I won't be writing tonight. Sorry.
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FantasyMeister wrote:
> Me, my cat, and broadband. Who needs people?
Someone who needs a kidney transplant?
> Me, my cat, and broadband. Who needs people?
Someone who needs a kidney transplant?
I like being lonely because I'm always being told that I'm great company.
Me, my cat, and broadband. Who needs people?
Me, my cat, and broadband. Who needs people?
Grix Thraves wrote:
> No deep inner secret that I struggle to admit to myself.
My mind's gone now and I can't concentrate on one damn sentence.. Can't even understand that.. I tried breaking it down.. Nope. Still can't get it. Stupid concentration.
I only just noticed the other day. I'm lonely, yet I 'want' to be.. I feel like a freak for thinking and wanting to be like that. Not forever though.
> No deep inner secret that I struggle to admit to myself.
My mind's gone now and I can't concentrate on one damn sentence.. Can't even understand that.. I tried breaking it down.. Nope. Still can't get it. Stupid concentration.
I only just noticed the other day. I'm lonely, yet I 'want' to be.. I feel like a freak for thinking and wanting to be like that. Not forever though.
I know how you feel. Honest, I do. I'm very lonely.
It's the best one
Straight to the point... doesn't hurt Sheepy's brain.
You can come and play drunk - in the dark hide and seek with me and my friends if you want.
Straight to the point... doesn't hurt Sheepy's brain.
You can come and play drunk - in the dark hide and seek with me and my friends if you want.
Can't escape them, can I? Heh.
this is *almost* a poem.
almost.
almost.
No poetry.
No cry for help.
No mocked up story.
No deep inner secret that I struggle to admit to myself.
I'm just lonely.
I'm so lonely I just -had- to tell someone.
Night night everyone. Fog Story people, I won't be writing tonight. Sorry.
No cry for help.
No mocked up story.
No deep inner secret that I struggle to admit to myself.
I'm just lonely.
I'm so lonely I just -had- to tell someone.
Night night everyone. Fog Story people, I won't be writing tonight. Sorry.
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