A Kind of Diary

Lost Touch

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A request – Write a poem about a small pubic hair stuck at the back of your throat…

Fruity

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A request – Write a poem about a banana flavoured condom…

but Still…

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I wish something would change soon, really… even when things seem so good, even when I feel ready to face the world…

Cutey!

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A woman who knows all the tricks… 😉

Nothing Left

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Its kind of a song / interludey piece I came up with, I like it, it’s a feeling you know… Something wonderful enters your life, bringing with it a million gifts, and you feel inadequate to compensate… "Yes I love you, yes I want you, but i know I ran out already"

Recycled

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Sometimes I wish I’d never given myself before, saving myself for one person. Though in reality without the pain, the struggles and fighting that make up failed relationships, I wouldn’t be who I am now – and she wouldn’t want me anyway… but still, I wish she was my first love… That I could offer something untainted

Moving On

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I’m not bitter about what we had… More bitter about what she wants to keep even now. The lyric is crap, the song idea itself, wish I’d allowed music uploads 😛 is good