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Plead
You expected things to be great, grand, not grandiose.
And now what?
Nothing - pitiful amounts of nothing.
Hear me for one moment, just one tiny meaningless moment.
I'm begging, you're saying I've lost all pride.
But do I care?
Of course that doesn't matter.
I'm beaten.
Our life is a shallow puddle and you want me to think I'm the only one drowning in it
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Comment by: tcbswan - 2006-08-15 19:06
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| wonderful starkness and realism--frank, honest, vunerable--plead, great title. great read. |
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Comment by: waxseal - 2006-06-08 11:26
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| This was great! (thanks for bookshelving one of my stories (that's how I got here) I also especiially like the last line. very, very great:-) |
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Comment by: PBlakey - 2006-06-05 17:19
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| i like the conversation of it, the matter of factness, i like the last line in particular. bookshelved. |
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