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Shoot Me, I'm A Newbie
Age: 37
Gender: Female
Posts: 32 | March 30th, 2007 at 11:56am Hope took a plunging elevator ride down while
belief free fell and broke into a million shards.
This scenario's been on the loop service,
a wretched record on perpetual playback.
How now when I face the mirror,
how now this bitter agitation,
this continuously jilted malcontent?
Oro supplex et acclinis,
cor contritum quasi cinis:
gere curam mei finis.
Why does this happen and
why does this happen incessantly?
Fate's ironic chess game with my existence
simply cannot go on anymore;
With apprehension I sense my weakening, dying fight,
The final sweep of defeat to mark an inky twilight.
Rex tremendae majestatis,
qui salvandos savas gratis,
salve me, fons pietatis. |
