Unorthodox thoughts
Rush though my head.
Boldly hoping for love
Aware it may never come
Never giving up, for I am hopeful.
Passively ignoring problems
Logically sorting them out
Assessing every detail
Guiding myself in the wrong direction
Unknowingly knowing the truth
Every joy has its concequences.
A contest entry
- It's Time We Met... [CONTEST] by Touchof1der.
404 points, ended March 22, 2007, 19 entries
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It's nice to meet you Urban Plague. First of all, before I forget, let me point out that in the last line, [it's conciquences]... should be ITS CONSEQUENCES. There's no apostrophe in its and consequences was spelled incorrectly, otherwise everything looks good. I appreciate your honesty here and the fact that you looked within yourself. Thank you for taking the time and effort to enter my contest. Good luck!
♥ Touchof1der
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Thanks for the corrections, I'll edit right now.
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