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Jan 05, 2005 17:30

if only your number wasn't on the end of my fingers
i need to forget that the feel of you lingers
everywhere i go, everywhere i lay
waiting patiently for the day
that i wish isn't too far off
why the fuck are you part of
my world, my life, everything i do
it all comes back to being next to you.

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an_imperfection January 11 2005, 05:39:13 UTC
i miss you, jessie.

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