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All too soon
Before you know it
The adrenalines pumpin
The senses ignited
Higher and Higher
It's on fire
There's a roar
not knowin what's instore
The pace ....some can ace
....AMPED... is the feelin
Sends you reelin
Wantin more ....and more
But ...what's instore
There's a roar
Round and Round
The pace was only a face
Some won't last
It all went too fast
Gone in a flash
It's in the... past
who is gone but not forgotten
looks beyond the roar
8/26/2007 7:42 am
I may be forgotten but I'm not gone.|
The case has been going on so long that I've forgotten whether I'm innocent or guilty.
A hundred million years from now, I may have been forgotten by all but a few.
My life has been enriched with many wonderful insights, which I have now entirely forgotten.
Gone, but not forgotten: the confidence I once had in myself.
Some of my secrets have been so well-kept I've forgotten what they are.
All this will be eventually forgotten, but we were really here, and we know it really happened.
Time makes me uneasy, going so fast, but I've forgotten the command to make it slow down.
The only thing that keeps me going is that I've forgotten how to stop.
I've was married so long, I've forgotten who I am.
People who are never completely forgotten never completely die.
Some of the worst things I've ever done have probably been forgotten by everybody but me.
This is terrible! I've forgotten why I hate myself.
You are definitely on my list but I've forgotten what it's a list of.
I've been here in the middle for so long that I've forgotten what it's the middle of.
Nothing endures like a good song, yet nobody's more forgotten than the person who wrote it.