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I's pulling at me, pointing and laughing. When everyone is stoned. I'ts hard to let things go. Lollypops, a whole lot of them. Why is my finger always broken? Sex is like... Posted by on Thu, 18 Sep 2008 18:37:00 GMT |
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Love Me Dead :Love me cancerouslyLike a salt-sore soaked in the sea.'High-maintenance' means You're a gluttonous queenNarcissistic and mean.Kill me romanticallyFill my soul with vomitThen ask me for a... Posted by on Mon, 15 Sep 2008 21:29:00 GMT |
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Oh my name it is nothin'My age it means lessThe country I come fromIs called the MidwestI's taught and brought up thereThe laws to abideAnd that land that I live inHas God on its side.Oh the history b... Posted by on Thu, 21 Aug 2008 14:43:00 GMT |
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Because at our best we are all cigarettes. We are their for some to enjoy and we do our duty to that end. We are their for others to loathe and we do our duty to that end too. At our... Posted by on Sun, 27 Jul 2008 07:56:00 GMT |
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Someone falls to piecesSleepin all aloneSomeone kills the painSpinning in the silenceTo finally drift awaySomeone gets excitedIn a chapel yardCatches a bouquetAnother lays a dozenWhite roses on a grav... Posted by on Fri, 11 Apr 2008 17:10:00 GMT |