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Sep 08, 2005 09:53

I hear voices,

Insinuating.
Feeds me lyrics to this song that I am saying.
Sunlight 7:20 PM,
early September,
Standing looking at a photograph
that you do not remember
Being taken. You look out of breath,
And me like I am faking.
As a matter of fact I don't
recall this photo being taken.
You don't even actually exist
So I just started shaking.

Is this my life? Is this really happening to me. Wendy's in Winchester is so sketchy.

random, music

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