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I hate you, I hate life, I hate me. Now as the gust of wind blows her hair across her face. she learned how to dance finger tips across his lips, but never mine. Pardon me miss, could you blow me a kiss? I think I better call it all quits....

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So its six in the morning... I just cant seem to sleep... Everytime I do... I think of you... And everytime I do... I cry... Hard... I didnt think it would be THAT bad... The only way I know to explain it... Is like this: I was standing on a rug. And each day the rug became a little more worn. It soon became my favorite rug. Then one day, It was ripped from under me... And I hit the concrete floor below, cold and empty. I feel lost again.

Posted by: Pinny McSafety Mon Feb 12, 2007 @ 02:21pm

:] ******** you, and have a nice day.

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