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     Renata Veteran Poster Username: Renata Post Number: 1757 Registered: 08-2005 Rating: N/A |
This is from some stuff I wrote when I was 17. I thought it was one of the coolest things I had written at that time. It's kinda funny to me because it reminds me of the extreme melancholy that defines the teen years.....woooooh I'm glad my son won't be a teen for a while! Move every mountain, drink up the sea; lost in my own tears, love can be sweet. Hearts made of glass and living is free. Walked past his dream to walk back to me. My heart bleeds a river, and I cease to be. Drowned in my own tears, love can be sweet. |
