| Snape |
[30 Jan 2009|10:30pm] |
Why did Snape have to die anyways? Was the coolest character of them all. :(
R.I.P
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[20 Dec 2006|08:47pm] |
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Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way
Tired of lying in the sunshine
Staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and
There is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun And you run and you run to catch up with the sun,
But it's sinking...
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in the relative way, but you're older And shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time Plans that either come to naught Or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone the song is over
Thought I'd something more to say
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[31 Mar 2006|09:24pm] |
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You think your life sucks, you have a fight with your boyfriend, your father hits your mother and is an alcoholic, school sux, then you get cancer, then your dog dies, your friend leaves you, the cancer goes into remission, you get a new dog, you finish your studies, you get a lot of new friends, you get a new job, you earn a lot of money, you get married, you have kids, you have a wonderful lover, you owe millions of dollars and you travel around the world, you are happy, but you work hard for thirty-five years till -ONE DAY- you husband leaves you for someone 10 years younger, your son is on drugs, your daughter commits suicide for god-only-knows-what-reason, you get fired, you feel ugly and old, your friends ignore you, your family doesn`t care about you, everything feels filthy and dirty, you have a massive stroke, your whole right side is lame, you have to limp along the streets and talk out of the left side of your mouth and drool but you go into rehabilitation and regain the power to walk and to talk and then -ONE DAY- you step off the curb at sixth and seventh street and BANG!!!! You get hit by a city bus and then you die. Maybe.
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