posted by That Canadian Guy @ 3:44 p.m.
Stress will come This is not new under the sun So when those moments threaten to steal away All of that peace that you've made Remember our world where we exist And in which no pain can persist. Our Lost City of Atlantis; Our Tower of Babylon. Perhaps this place only exists in our mind A world like no other place; We set it apart as a State of grace, For it belongs, and exists to us alone And it remains our home.
i don't know why i write on here. I write here when im stressed, when im happy. I guess just to share my emotions...ugh..i think im becoming emo
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Did you see my "amendment" on my post - it was because James turned 18, or is "a wee bit" mature, or something.
Did you write the poem? I really like it.
A lot!!
<>< G
i sure did write it
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