It doesn't matter much,
what hurts me anyway...

(Or did it ever?)

I'm no scarce commodity
when there's a million more like me,

(Or maybe only one.)

and words and letters shouldn't burn
the way they do.

(But oh they do.)

It matters some,
the way I feel...


(To everyone but you.)

03/28/2004

Posted on 03/29/2004
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