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Nov 05, 2006 19:04



MY LIFE FEELS STAGNANT.
MY LIFE FEELS STAGNANT.
MY LIFE FEELS STAGNANT.
MY LIFE FEELS STAGNANT.
MY LIFE FEELS STAGNANT.

I want to run away from here.
I want to get this over with.
I want to run away from here.
I want to get this over with.
I want to run away from here.
I want to get this over with.
I want to run away from here.
I want to get this over with.

I'm sick of high-school.
I'm sick of these..awful, ignorant ingrates.
I'm sick of the way things feel.
Everything except my lady-love.

I want to make something beautiful.
I want to feel meaningful.
I want a nose-bleed, I want a black-eye, I want a picnic.
Something, anything, to feel alive.
Something more than..a new sweater.

Help me escape.
Help me escape.
Help me escape.
Help me escape.
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