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I'd like to write a poem or prose so nice
The ones that ooze with good advice
The types full of wisdom and truth
The ones that can calm and soothe

Or maybe a verse full of wit
That'll make readers go "That's neat!"
But all I can come up with is this lousy thing
About the things I keep wishing

I should come to terms with it
I really can't write for shit
DAMMIT!

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v Friday, September 20, 2002 v

I just saw this photograph. It's a picture of this African child during a drought. He was on the ground, crawling towards a UN food camp supposedly. And in the background was a vulture, waiting for the child to die. And the worst thing, the photographer had no idea what happened as he left the place after taking the photo. Anyway, a few months after he won an award for tha photo, he killed himself out of depression.

~wYLdeFiLLy~ 3:23 pm [+]
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