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    dots Submission Name: death to false godsdots
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    Author: toyysruss
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    Words: 268
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    once again i am guilty from going to poetic to random thoughts in a write.
    where you see ......................=music only
    i used to belief in a friend and a strong family structure=if i had never have believed in such things as a kid,so dissapointed i would not be


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    dotsdeath to false godsdots
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    I used to know at one time
    But did I really?
    And as I'm looking back now
    It seems silly
    I was remarkably stupid
    To have ever believed in a cupid
    In a fairy tale world I lived in
    At that time I considered you friend

    Weather It's cupid or santa
    They are the same
    And I hate to say it
    But it's a game
    The fantasies lead you to no where
    That's sorrow
    We're always looking back
    Not tomorrow
    And as Easter Sunday comes around
    That bunny's no where to be found

    Is it wrong to believe in them?
    The road is a long one
    The belief takes you down
    And at the end of the road,is dissapointment
    A false sense they all give to us
    As a child,Santa must have got lost
    And as an adult,
    Cupid couldn't hit the broad side of a barn
    And that bunny,well,he must have took the wrong trail

    Really?Reality?Or make believe
    It's so hard to distinguish what is.....................
    I'm supposed to have faith,but it's hard........
    I guess as hard as it was for them three that we worship
    I don't anymore
    4
    All this describes is that..............
    ...................
    ...........................................
    Hate and scarred are the same
    And no more,do I wish to play this game
    All the time I do crave the rain
    At least on that day,I'm not alone
    And on that TRUE day,it is shown
    The world and I,both need a kleenex
    And my life has truly become a wreck.
    For everything I once believed in
    Santa,Cupid, A Bunny
    A Friend






    Submitted on 2005-10-12 18:51:22     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      Neat, neat, neat!

    I really liked this heaps, it has a very good message and gets it across nicely. A childish quality at times that fits in with Easter Bunnies, etc.

    About the onlt thing I thought out of place was "kleenex" it didn't seem to fit, but apart from that tiny pick, excellent!

    Well done

    be happy

    Graeme
    | Posted on 2005-11-17 00:00:00 | by wewak11 | [ Reply to This ]
      hey john, this was really good.
    i like how you said that believing in those things just brings you dissappointment.its just like anything else people teach you to believe. shooting stars, all the prince & princess junk & faries.
    i hate how even though you dont believe in them, & know they arnt true,
    you still look. you still wish when the star goes by, you still think about what you want when you blow out the candles.

    i think this was a reallly good write.
    though i dont think that you should throw you child out into the world, somethings are just better left as fiction.

    take care
    ~jennifer
    | Posted on 2005-10-18 00:00:00 | by joy7542 | [ Reply to This ]
      I get what you're saying about it being foolish to have lived in a fantasy world when you were little, but I don't agree with it. I still believe in faeries and magic and all of that, and that's most of what makes me really happy in my life. Sometimes you just have to back out of reality in order to deal with it later.

    Anyways, it's a good write, even if I don't really agree. Still great words and images.

    Cheers, Azael
    | Posted on 2005-10-12 00:00:00 | by Anticlownperson | [ Reply to This ]


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