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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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