Thursday, July 19, 2007
enough of this parade.
i am thinking of the words to say.
we open up ;
finish last.
broken up.
its only love.
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i can feel my patience level ;
stretch , worn , torn and mauled.this is not happening.i need to take my medication.
she's in the way.enlighten me on something.
would you give a sick person medication ;or let him or her die ?noone knows what's lying beneath.
i am alone.i know it.everything comes in one's.
they don't come in clusters....
its coming back.i am back to
mauling.
kaaye\.- save me from myself.
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