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Apr 19, 2005 20:46

I dont use this much anymore.
Nice weather keeps me away.
I discovered the art of loosing.
He did it again, broke it. Damn. I cant concentrate.
Thinking will kill me one day.
I stretch my heart over the neck of my new guitar.
Maybe the summer will change his mind. And heart.
I will always love him though.
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