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Author: Flash |
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Date Posted: 11:43:49 10/30/05 Sun In reply to: Rebellion 's message, "Re: -_I'll Never Forget What I've Lost_-" on 11:37:25 10/30/05 Sun FLASH-_Wake me up when September ends_- Summer has come and passed The innocent can never last wake me up when september ends like my fathers come to pass seven years has gone so fast wake me up when september ends here comes the rain again falling from the stars drenched in my pain again becoming who we are as my memory rests but never forgets what I lost wake me up when september ends summer has come and passed the innocent can never last wake me up when september ends ring out the bells again like we did when spring began wake me up when september ends here comes the rain again falling from the stars drenched in my pain again becoming who we are as my memory rests but never forgets what I lost wake me up when september ends Summer has come and passed The innocent can never last wake me up when september ends like my father's come to pass twenty years has gone so fast wake me up when september ends wake me up when september ends wake me up when september ends Don't let him get away! Flash yelled after he got his breath back. He struggled up and went after Rebellion. His head felt dizzy and his vision was blurred, he lost his balance and fell over the edge of the tall stairway. He tumbled down until he reached the ground and hit his head against something hard, so hard he thought for a panicking second his head had burst. He looked up with what was left of his conciousness and found himself staring up at Pandora's blurry image. He feebly punched at her muzzle before he blacked out, a small pool of blood slowly forming underneath his head. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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