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Nov 16, 2008 23:43

time is flying by,
but each day couldn't move any slower.

i think about shit way too much,
and it lingers.

i just want to go home,
but i know once i get there i wont be happy.

i just want to know what is right.
i just really really want to know.

i hate being a shitty waitress.
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