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tone-d__
Tuesday, November 16, 2004
10:46 PM
a bowl of noodle, only a few bites.
4 to be precise.
fingers point to the ulcers. fuck it.
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Where are you and I'm so sorry
I cannot sleep, I cannot dream tonight
I need somebody and always
this sick strange darkness
comes creeping on so haunting every time
and as I stared I counted
webs from all the spiders
catching things and eating their insides
like indecision to call you
and hear your voice of treason
will you come home and stop this pain tonight
stop this pain tonight.... I Miss You....
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shits