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I wish I never kissed you, or told you that I missed you, or said that I loved you, ever time I fucked you...cold, that chain around your neck...warm, my teeth around your neck...bed posts scratched and notched, belts loosely reattached...shoes never came off.
I used to be love struck, and now I'm just fucked up, I can't tell where the lie ends and where it began, tommorrow you say..tommorrow, but tommorrow never comes and I'm stuck here waiting and wondering and knowing but still believing..in anything. Please don't worry about me anymore, stop pretending like you care anymore I know the difference.
And it's true...I hurt too, remember.....I loved you!
Love to the shelter kids, to my love the Yao-face, and the lovely candy-kids I once told everything to...Love to the future childhood fuck-up's, and to the junkie's and Potheads that are now my best friends, love to the pregnant teens who were once children themselves, and love to the drunks who just wanted a way out...Love to the suicidal ones, who don't have any other way to fix things, and to the cutters who just want to be noticed...Love to the people just like me, who are a little bit of all those things, the ones who just want to know that everything will be alright...it's ok I can pretend, but I wish I didn't have to....
THE END
I used to be love struck, and now I'm just fucked up, I can't tell where the lie ends and where it began, tommorrow you say..tommorrow, but tommorrow never comes and I'm stuck here waiting and wondering and knowing but still believing..in anything. Please don't worry about me anymore, stop pretending like you care anymore I know the difference.
And it's true...I hurt too, remember.....I loved you!
Love to the shelter kids, to my love the Yao-face, and the lovely candy-kids I once told everything to...Love to the future childhood fuck-up's, and to the junkie's and Potheads that are now my best friends, love to the pregnant teens who were once children themselves, and love to the drunks who just wanted a way out...Love to the suicidal ones, who don't have any other way to fix things, and to the cutters who just want to be noticed...Love to the people just like me, who are a little bit of all those things, the ones who just want to know that everything will be alright...it's ok I can pretend, but I wish I didn't have to....
THE END