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i'm sick.
and tired.
they go hand in hand.
it's like that rain cloud that follows you everywhere.

it's weird how your eyes pick up on something
that makes your heart hit the floor.

yesterday felt so long.
and i really liked last night.
real chill and covered in blood.

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we had a heart-to-heart with out really speaking.
that's all it takes to lift weight from my heart.
besides, talk is cheap, partner.

i feel like im wasting my time here, for free.
i feel sick.

http://www.purevolume.com/hollywoodundead

http://www.myspace.com/hollywoodundead

this is so unfortunate.

nothing ever makes sense.

a good, cool, awesome, sweet friend of mine bought me a typewriter.
no one will know how happy i am about this.

time has a way of making everything alright.

"I told him if he calls me honey one more time i'm going to hit in the head with my lunchbox."