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Life gets boring So there are adventures. We’ve fought dragons with daggers, and have cast spells of doom. We’ve walked the darken halls of mansions and faced the monsters of gloom. Resurrected the dinosaurs where life found a way. And witnessed characters dying once but coming back to slay. There have been tears turned to amber. And nine tails on a fox. Time travel from the beginning To end in a paradox. Fell in love at first sight Killed ourselves at last The stories we’ve heard of They become our past. But I tell you this moment I’m glad there’s no dragon That travel doesn’t consist Of riding in a wagon. That the darkest hall I walk Is the one leading to my room. It’s nice to know there’s a comp If I wanted to face DOOM. There are no gigantic beasts Eating all my friends And while those foxes are pretty Anime is where it ends. We travel through time Since it goes on by day. And if you suicide for love It wasn’t love anyway. This world drones on But I’m content with this Leaving those times in books For when I’m adventurous.
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Sep 27, 2012
Sep 27, 2012 at 2:40 AM UTC
Sept. 26th - 2:51 am.
Life gets boring So there are adventures. We’ve fought dragons with daggers, and have cast spells of doom. We’ve walked the darken halls of mansions and faced the monsters of gloom. Resurrected the dinosaurs where life found a way. And witnessed characters dying once but coming back to slay. There have been tears turned to amber. And nine tails on a fox. Time travel from the beginning To end in a paradox. Fell in love at first sight Killed ourselves at last The stories we’ve heard of They become our past. But I tell you this moment I’m glad there’s no dragon That travel doesn’t consist Of riding in a wagon. That the darkest hall I walk Is the one leading to my room. It’s nice to know there’s a comp If I wanted to face DOOM. There are no gigantic beasts Eating all my friends And while those foxes are pretty Anime is where it ends. We travel through time Since it goes on by day. And if you suicide for love It wasn’t love anyway. This world drones on But I’m content with this Leaving those times in books For when I’m adventurous.
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Sep 27, 2012
Sep 27, 2012 at 2:40 AM UTC
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