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Nov 08, 2005 20:47

One time I dreamt of being perfect.
I woke up sweating, crying.
It was a nightmare.
It was perfection.
But at its worse.

There was nothing to keep me from crossing this line.
I swear to God, you make me do this.
I swear to God, I swear to God.
You keep me sane.
Insane in the membrane.

*She's a maaaniaaac maaaniaaac on the floor!*




ERIN.

She can cry.
She can paint with the best of them.
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