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| a bird whose spent the last sense in his head |
all these "i'm sorry" 's and "i miss you" 's are useless i fucked this one up long ago |
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| scuzz |
All "these things" need to end. I ask you, unable to relate, how do they stop? All these things poke at my mind. Push. Shove. Knock out. These things back off, and I hope they've gone. There they are poking again. You cannot relate to my "things." No one ever has. But when I find that person, will I have the strength to admit to "these things?" Someone here must understand, or at least stand to read this. Tolerate, maybe. |
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| once again | are too many... | 040621 |