Dec 24, 2003 00:53
I am me... I am you.
I am used.
I have this picture in my head of him answering the phone, rolling over in his bed, picking up the phone...and her beside him, her hands on him....
Tall, dark...beautiful.
But which her? Which him? Who could I be referring too? You'll never know...
Am I being used? And by who? And how?
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