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Feb 23, 2009 15:05

headaches.
its spilling out of my ears and down onto your pretty little ottoman.
you're happy at home, but with me, you're alone, empty, a shallow motherfucker.
"today is for you"
i don't know.
i forgot the way it thumped out of your chest.
begging for an exit wound.

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streetstars February 26 2009, 03:30:53 UTC
i got an empty chest and an empty head,
here's to regrets, love.

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radjess March 18 2009, 19:05:03 UTC
to missed phone calls and voicemails, to the redial button.
to fuckers.

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