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Jul 16, 2005 13:05

My face in my hands,
I drop to my knees,
I try to cry,
But I just don’t care enough.

I feel like crying,
I feel like dying.

My soul is just a mess,
I’m smudged and scattered like Picasso art.
In a race my thoughts fly by,
Part of me says fuck it lets get high.
But I don’t wanna,
I just wish I could fly.

I feel like crying,
I feel like dying.
I try to cry,
But I just don’t care enough…
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