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Nov 06, 2005 01:25

Won't you give me a drop of that poison?

I wish I was drunk. Smashed and in someone's arms. Curled up and warm.

Careful what you wish for. I keep telling myself that. When will I listen to myself? When will I stop wanting these silly things?

I ask to many damn rhetorical questions.
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