Vanilla thread.
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Thread Topic: Vanilla thread.
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Hi
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It isn't your fault you know
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X2 I am so it but that is about the dumbest thing I could say
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I know. Because it really is all your fault and someone should hang you for being a sinner, right?
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Don't make me sound innocent. I am not
I should go find some children playing and tell them that they are all going to die someday -
Ha, I actually laughed at that.
No but seriously, don't get yourself pulled back into a negative outlook of life . Smile -
What such though is that everything I do us in vain
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I have lost track of how many times I have listened to that song.
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So I cannot think of anything to write for my poem.
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You guys do realize that if you don't come on tomorrow you won't have a chance to talk to me until Monday.,
(This goes out towards a particular group of individuals )
so I would like to talk to you before then....
also I might come back an entirely new person, in fact, I might never come back on. (No, that is too far. I don't think I will leave)
I am going to come back a better,person , I promise.
also a better debater.
we have Lincoln Douglas debates Wednesday. I need to remember what criteria means. -
Don't listen to me. I am just going to edit my poem on gtq so I am not tempted to use my tab. for other things.
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Oh, I see what you mean alex.
my thread makes zero sense.
and it is a bit severe.
I am also really immature.
whatever,
I will be more selfless.
that is it -
poem,
Line one
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Chasing freedom
So far away,
To be rid of this label
Afghani,
To be free to follow Christianity,
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This freedom is nearing
but the distance between,
the past and me
is not far enough still,
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Back where women like me
Lacked rights,
and children were wary
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Not anymore
My past is dead
all that remains
is this line
between me and my sanity
Freedom.
---= weak spot in poem that needs detail -
Does anyone else eat paper?
in fact, is anyone even on ? -
How about...
to be free to follow
Christianity,
Salvation is on its way
In the form of a plane,
my feet blistered
sand moving out of my way
This freedom is nearing ....
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