I love the song, I'm going to download it now.
The picture is really awsome too, who is he?

"if you ever
really loved her,
wouldn't you have cried?"

I really like this. It's sad at the being in a heart-broken way but then at the end ("it's not your fault, before i met you i still cried") it's sad in a depressive way.

The middle verse really speaks to me. Actually the whole poem does, but the middle verse is the one I can most relate too. Any way very good job.

it's from one of those "13 steps to being a better man" kinda sights, i would of had a pictuer of me, but i only know one person who does black and white photos, and she's almost who i'm talking about. she greatly affected this poem, but this isn't about her. everything is fine between me and her, and i'm happy just being her friend, but i wouldn't ask her to do any photography for me or anything. it's just not cool yet, you know?

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Without light, darkness can’t exist, the greater the light, the greater the shadow. The same goes in reverse, without evil there can be no good, so we should be thankful we have pain in our lives, for without that pain we could not appreciate the love.

The elderly are like trees, they cast shade upon all those who would seek the wisdom of their roots.

But what if we were to wear our underwear as shirts, using the trap door as a gate to our hearts, instead of to our cocks, making the world a gentler place to live, and never concern our selves with the size of the tea pot, but rather the amount of tea it holds.

thank you very much, it means a lot to have new people commenting on me again, it's been awhile, plus most of my old watchers never comment. it bothers me to some extent.

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Without light, darkness can’t exist, the greater the light, the greater the shadow. The same goes in reverse, without evil there can be no good, so we should be thankful we have pain in our lives, for without that pain we could not appreciate the love.

The elderly are like trees, they cast shade upon all those who would seek the wisdom of their roots.

But what if we were to wear our underwear as shirts, using the trap door as a gate to our hearts, instead of to our cocks, making the world a gentler place to live, and never concern our selves with the size of the tea pot, but rather the amount of tea it holds.

I love this.

If you send me a picture of yourself, i'll sort it out for you and make it black and white.

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Sx

if i ever manage to get some pictures, i don't have any

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Without light, darkness can’t exist, the greater the light, the greater the shadow. The same goes in reverse, without evil there can be no good, so we should be thankful we have pain in our lives, for without that pain we could not appreciate the love.

The elderly are like trees, they cast shade upon all those who would seek the wisdom of their roots.

But what if we were to wear our underwear as shirts, using the trap door as a gate to our hearts, instead of to our cocks, making the world a gentler place to live, and never concern our selves with the size of the tea pot, but rather the amount of tea it holds.

Ok, well if you do.

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Sx

boys do cry. and this barody sucks. but yes. boys do cry. i'll write my own parody. it will kill this ones.

bloody brilliant, mon. Of course I already knew guys cried...(i've been witness to some), but it makes a very interesting standpoint on a very stereotypical issue presented in society. Good work.

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Thinking is man's downfall!