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| silentbob | it was our song, once, but now its someone else's. the words and music apply to us no longer, and everything i thought about it back then has been forgotten. | 001202 |
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| unhinged |
that you sang to me over my answering machine (still in my parents basement; i never erased that message) came on the radio at work yesterday. i smiled a bittersweet smile. the memory of you coming to pick me up afterwards, how excited you were about joining a new band, flashed past my eyes. 'i want to thank you for letting me be myself again' i_wonder how are you today sam ? |
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| oren | there's nothing bright about it... | 090223 |