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Sep 12, 2004 14:23

bad actors with bad habbits some sad singers they just play tragic and the phones ringing and the vans leaving lets just keep touching lets just keep keep singing.
I want a lover I dont have to love I want a boy thats so drunk he doesn't talk.

But loves no story book loves an excuse to get hurt.. and to hurt do you like to hurt I do I do then hurt me.

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In a brief description I will tell you what my mind is pushing throughout my body in an aching attempt of love and lust I have ruined the physical temple of SEX! Espionage is what I'll resort to now, hiding from the man who brings it all back to me, this is the best answer.

uh oh my phone rang ill stop being retarded.
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