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[like_violence]

i'm sick
i'm tired
i'm hungry
i'm alone...

my hair isnt done right
my clothes feel so big upon my skin
my face feels a bit squeemish
and i'm alone...

the shoes on my feet are starting to fall off
i'm listening to nonsense that makes absolutely no sense to me
i'm in dire need of a beating [memoree]
and i'm alone...

the song i sang last night was perfect
for a perfect situation to a perfect crime
and sometimes i make things insanely difficult
and i'm ridiculously sorry.

and not alone.

[btw: get the fuck off my yahoo account]