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Mar 28, 2007 09:29

Oh man. My home is going away and leaving me here.
To me, home is a state of mind.
And for me, home is where the heart is.
My heart is moving 8 long hours away from me and wont budge to change their mind.
Bring on the loneliness and misery, i dealt with it once, i can do it again.
I really don't want them to leave.

I've never met someone who was a kleptomaniac like you.
You like to sit on your bridges with your dirty little matches
And set them all on fire
Only to watch them burn away your insides and out
And you cant even figure out why.
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