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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 Saturday, January 01, 2005 v

Happy new year.

I'm starting it depressed, lonely and miserable. wtf is new then?
I'm alive yes.

I feel this desperate need to just get away, away from everyone here, yes my family, my friends everyone.
Just so I can say, I went somewhere and you didn't.

I wonder how would non-Muslims react if I started blogging about Allah & Islam all the time.

~wYLdeFiLLy~ 1:11 am [+]
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