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Feb 23, 2007 12:08 PM
I drag this cigarette every minute or so I look like a somber girl, But i wish i was a daisy.
I cut myself every now and then I feel sick; But all i want to be --is free.
I stay in my misery my compulsion to remember lets them stay I could burn it all But i'm in love with my misery.
I sit and cry just like a baby who lost her doll Lucky she, i lose a piece of myself everyday When all i wish is to be complete.
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May 3, 2008
3:51 AM
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