a walking open wound, a trophy display of bruises and i don't believe that i'm getting any better.

and nobody cares at all, and nobody cares at all. so you buried all your lover's clothes and burned the letters lover wrote, but it doesn't make it any better. does it make it any better?

which of the bold faced lies will we use? i hope that you're happy, you really deserve it, this will be best for us both in the end. but your taste still lingers on my lips like i just placed them upon yours and i starve for you. but this new diet's liquid and dulling to the senses. and it's crude but it will do. which of the standard lines will we use? i've been meaning to call you. i've just been so busy. we'll catch up soon. let's make it a point to. but your taste still lingers on my lips like i just placed them upon yours and i starve for you. but this new diet's liquid and dulling to the senses. and it's crude but it will do.

buried deep as you can dig inside yourself and hidden in the public eye such a stellar monument to loneliness.

and you say take this. this medicine is just what you deserve. swallow, choke, and die. and this bitter pill is leaving you with such an angry mouth. one that's void of all discretion such an awful tearing sound. with its measure only equaled by the power of my stare glaring over you and over you this feeling of despair is never wearing out. it's wearing off and its leaving you with such a heavy heart and a head to match.

once again......thanks chris

i think they should bottle the smell of Swem. then it could either be a stress-inducing concoction or it could be an olfactory associative stimulus which encourages you to study and focus.

In my life all the strife is getting in the way
Frankly I did not plan on getting hurt today
-Downhere

yeah whateva....






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