Read The Hidden POEM IN THE BARCODE

pjayampathi

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  • Jan 20, 2008
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    there is a poem in this barcode... find it..
     

    ALii

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    Nov 6, 2009
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    sirawatama poem ekak thiyenawada ban, :baffled: mokada oya barcode ekata Product ekak nam netha :D
     

    Alex Mercer

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    Aug 29, 2009
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    Nowhere
    Busted mirrors reflect me well
    I want to see through this shattered shell
    I have a feeling I know to be true
    I'm ****d, and there is nothing I can do

    I have my middle fingers
    But not much else
    No one is left to target
    I say *** you, to myself

    I'm afraid my best qualities
    Are self destructive tendencies
    I am only loved for the way I hate
    I don't just destroy, I negate

    Self centered vanity, and disgust
    No one has to earn my distrust
    The point I can't stress enough
    Is that I am *****d

    :lol::lol::lol::lol::lol::lol:
     

    ALii

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    Nov 6, 2009
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    Busted mirrors reflect me well
    I want to see through this shattered shell
    I have a feeling I know to be true
    I'm ****d, and there is nothing I can do

    I have my middle fingers
    But not much else
    No one is left to target
    I say *** you, to myself

    I'm afraid my best qualities
    Are self destructive tendencies
    I am only loved for the way I hate
    I don't just destroy, I negate

    Self centered vanity, and disgust
    No one has to earn my distrust
    The point I can't stress enough
    Is that I am *****d

    :lol::lol::lol::lol::lol::lol:

    :yes: its song i guess :P Hard rock wage:rofl:
     

    FCB

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  • Jul 18, 2009
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    Busted mirrors reflect me well
    I want to see through this shattered shell
    I have a feeling I know to be true
    I'm fucked, and there is nothing I can do

    I have my middle fingers
    But not much else
    No one is left to target
    I say fuck you, to myself

    I'm afraid my best qualities
    Are self destructive tendencies
    I am only loved for the way I hate
    I don't just destroy, I negate

    Self centered vanity, and disgust
    No one has to earn my distrust
    The point I can't stress enough
    Is that I am fucked