Well... Why does it seem that everytime I think something good is going on in my life... something comes along and wipes me out... My disappearing show, would happen to have been, me in a coma. All I know is that I am finally home... home from the little white room, home from the pills, and over nice freaks for nurses... I'm back, thats right I
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this oughta cheer you a bit, i mailed the dreads
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