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Date : Thursday, October 20, 2005 Time : 4:52 AM awake i lie confuse i am the once familiar lips now cold with webs most downward honesty i don't know is the truth coward i may be no signs is wad i see no aid on the route which is not even there wads beneath i don't feel locked ;evolves this all in a hole dense beside myself -ma fault, wadeva (leave me alone) its not easy to dun bother wen deep down i do. not everyone is born a player. in tis case, i'm not.
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