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2010.05.04 22.15
Chemicals, don't strangle my pen Chemicals, don't make me sick again I'm always so dubious of your intent Like I can't afford to replace what you've spent
I didn't break nothing, breaking things, breaking hearts, broken glass, but we still need new cups!
NEW! CUPS!
Chemicals, don't flatten my mind Chemicals, don't mess me up this time Know you bait me way more than you should And it's just like you to hurt me when I'm feeling good
Mood: anxious
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