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2-14-03

by Oliver Drewman

IAMLOSTRIGHTNOWWILLIEVERFIND?IAMTIREDANDHUNGRYSONEVERYOUMINDNOONECANFILLMEANDNOONEREPINESINTHEDEATHOFMYSOULINTHEDRAWINGOFLINESTHATGONOWHEREFARANDWANDERINKINDWITHETERNALLIKEPROMISESPLAYEDOUTINRHYMETHEFACTOFTHEMATTERISENDLESSCONFUSIONAMOATOFTHICKMOTESTHATLEADTODELUSIONILOOKANDILOOKANDIFINDIDON'TCARETILLIAMIMPORTANTTOSOMEONEOUTTHERESOTOALLOFTHOSESPECIALPEOPLEEXCLUSIVEREWINDLEAVEMEINTHEPASTAFUTUREICAN'TFINDICRYFORTHEFEELINGTAHTDIEDINTHATNIGHTIAMANALIQUOTAFIGHTNIGHTFULKNIGHTATORNAPARTPERSONWITHNOENDINSIGHTIJUSTWANTTOBETOLIVEAFULLLIFEBUTALLISEEISSADNESSCONFUSTIONANDSTRIFEIDON'TBELONGSOWHYSPAREMYLIFEPLEASETAKEMEAWAYFROMTHISSHARPPEIRCINGKNIFE

02/14/2003

Author's Note: feeling ajumbled. if you can make it through this gold star for you because it is a mess.

Posted on 02/14/2003
Copyright © 2024 Oliver Drewman

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Posted by Carl Walker on 02/15/03 at 04:07 AM

ididitandigetmygoldstartoo

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