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Thursday, December 19, 2002
Some advice I wish I had received eight years ago:
Cavity
Pick and choose what you believe
You will be leaving this town soon
You will be drying your own eyes
And you'll be licking your own wounds
But the nagging dull pain
In the back of your mind
Will never go away
Noiselss sound, sightless vision
Ignoring ignorance again
Tearing down and boring in
It never will be healed within
| Mr. McBastard | 4:43 AM | | |
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