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Drunken Talk |
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themute Member
since 2006-05-08
Posts 469Maryland 
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Wont you please hate her now She’s been hurting you since you’ve been born I am screwed up, but so is she, I need something that she cant feed, honestly I need something that she is only aware of, I lover her so, I cant believe, cant I just brake free, Jesus Christ cant you help me, Jesus cant you stand, Jesus cant you bleed, you’ve shown it before: bleed for me. I need you, I need your wisdom now, is she worth my love, or is she worth my time, is she worth my trouble, is she worth my time, is she worth my love lord, is she worth my life, is she worth every thing, is she worth the world to me, is she worth a timeless beauty –though I know to me—is she worth the writing, is she worth the whole, is she worth the love I feel, or is she worth the time; is this woman I feel I love worth the love. I just find that the moon compares to the heart that is breathing, breathing out fire; it burns the heart that’s near, its fire burns, it scolds the sensitive, it burns the harsh, it never gets close enough. I am the two-toed wanderer |
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Roniece Dawson-Bruce Member Ascendant
since 2000-01-29
Posts 5689Sydney, Australia |
oh Matthew... I sense turmoil in this write... are you ok? RDB |
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themute Member
since 2006-05-08
Posts 469Maryland |
If i weren't ok, would you sedate me |
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