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and i must tell you some of the things
you'll read here will disturb you...
but it sure will get you thinking
if you don't like what you reaad,
feel free to shut the f*ck up!

you think you know me

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you don't know a thing about me
and before you ask, i won't bother to explain
there's more to me than meets the eye

so drop the f*cking labels...it bores the hell of me
leave me alone and we'll get along just fine

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Tuesday, April 19, 2005

cold

It is
so cold
here.

Some whether report forecasts a ground temperature of 10C, with the possibility if rain.
And no matter how hard I try, my ol' pals Srarbucks and Winston just woudn't keep me warm.

It is
so cold.

Much like that night you pretended you didn't know me.

I feel
so cold.

Worse,
i feel
so empty.

Much like that time you returned my gaze with nonchalance and a shrug of the shoulder.

It is
so cold.

Much like that first morning without you by me,
Yes,
it is
that damn
cold.

cryola popcorn smirks @ 10:29 AM

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