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Saturday, December 16, 2006


Out the window I go...
Bite the heat,
Get outta the street.
Pray for peace,and repeat.
Who wants you here,love? No one.
But I guess that just makes it more fun.
We're touching the edges of the end,and our hearts are filled with dread.
Pupils are dialated,cheeks are red.
Its a mixture of of an out-dated love and an age-old grudge.
I sware,what you don't know will be the escort to your tomb.
Promise me this ends soon,or let me get out of the room.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Well,that made no sense at all.Guys I've got a game to go to soon,so wish me luck.Bye!

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