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Post by shawnna on Apr 21, 2009 20:16:09 GMT -5
nothing ever seems to be enough. there's always a hunger that grows and gnaws at the insides of our stomachs, the hunger of want. no one knows passed the pretty smiles and the make up smeared on our faces to make us different, that we all want the same. we want to grab at the forbidden fruit and takes a bite and experience the euphoric taste of what life can be. we all want the same thing. love, sex, money, and drugs. it's all the same.
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[/color][/i][/size]ew york is a dark place. covered with flashing lights and smiles that blind you. you fall into the greedy hands of new york and you're stuck inside it's clutches forever. you put on your prettiest smile and you flash your money like you're loaded with it and press on. deep down passed the want and the rage and the mixed emotions of everything else, we all want the same thing. money, sex, drugs, and love. it's all the same.  [/size][/font][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote][/url] |
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