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This may just turn into a poetry writing page. Wait for it...wait for it..NOW.

Oh btw, send me a pm if you want me to post a picture of my impression of myself if I was severely disabled smile . For teh lulz.

Time for you, will wear away
the days run through, from march to may
just let your thoughts, be led astray?
don't fight the clock, don't lose your way.

as I sit here, hand poised to write
the day's consumed, becomes the night
it seems to pass, before we know
and draws to end life's awkward show

Whilst ages change, life's light goes out
left in our hearts, cruel words of doubt
what is there left, when nights grow cold
pain soon sets in, the young turn old

the biting wind, the shards of ice
winters spite still cuts us thrice
once for fear, and twice for loss
three for hope, now left with frost

One must not leave, from what one needs
and change the ways of life one leads
don't wave goodbye, and shut the door
to leave behind, what you adore.

I just realised how ridiculous this sounds. Oh well, it's something to kill the time right? *nods to himself.