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Cancer

Member since 2003 · Posted 22 Mar 2005 · Edited 25 Mar 2005 · 2 comments

It changes and grows through veins so helpless until the inevitable I am your source tempted and useless chided and vile partaking in your irony so that I may fixate so shall you submit.

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[6] Dovina 25-Mar-05/2:36 PM Reply
Aparently, you are speaking to the cancer in "I am your source . . ." If so, the first word should be "You." Try changing "fixate" to "die."
[10] zodiac 25-Mar-05/10:24 PM Reply
Hey, did you ever notice that no one likes cancer?