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Dec 19, 2004 23:51

It's cold as a tomb and it's dark in your room when I sneak to your bed to pour salt in your wounds. So call it quits or get a grip. Say you wanted a solution, you just wanted to be...missed. Call me a safe bet, I'm betting I'm not. I'm glad that you can forgive...only hoping as time goes...you can forget.
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