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Apr 11, 2005 12:25

She always weighed me down, but afraid I might need her, I dragged her around (it's always best to keep close sackcloth and ash in the whitewashed town)
She wore that phony smile on her face, I guess like a bandage on a wounded place
while I kept the keys to every old lock just in case.

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<3 freezinginfire April 11 2005, 10:48:04 UTC
I've made this same entry.
*hug*

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