Chosen One
7 July, 2002
Author: Shan
I am the chosen one, come with me I'll take you into my psychotic realm, and set you free. Feel the wind feel, the breeze. I'll hide in your thoughts, I'll speak to you in your dreams, the she devils voice will send chills down your spine, and make you drop to your knees. You can not escape me, I'm everywhere, the cold chill you feel passing by in the air. The dark shadow moving, I am what you fear. Follow me now, into the night, come with me... dont worry you'll be alright!! Its all around me, I feel it now. The cold, the heat, all the loud sounds. Its here to take me, I have no fear, as I stare eye to eye, with the cold black air. |
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Shauntecka Wilkins (206.77.0.156) -- Sunday, September 12 2004, 03:26 pm IN DESPITE I FEEL THAT YOU ARE STRAIGHT FOWARD AND REGARDLESS OR NOT OF WHAT YOU TRY TO PUSH YOURSELF AWAY FROM I SEE YOUR FEAR! |
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