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Mar 10, 2005 22:05

Tonight will be
The last time that I think of you.
How could you?
Is anyone here human?

I'm on the bathroom floor.
Screaming as I die some more.
It's a slow burn. It's a slow burn.
It's a loss of control.

So murder me.
Over and over.
It's a drunken blur. And I'm
Alive but not living
Anymore.
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