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Jun 21, 2005 15:51

I dont have any feelings left to feel
Do what you will with me go for the kill
I'll just work this job to support you
You can just leach off me like you always do

Pour me a bowl of tricks and lies
A glass of bleach to wash down the pride
Will i get heart burn or heartache
The love I felt was the love you faked

I hate you all...

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suicide_kisses_ June 22 2005, 17:11:51 UTC
:(

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erosebeth June 22 2005, 20:47:23 UTC
Travis whats wrong?
You big dummie face Don't be sad.
I love you!

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