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Another day, fingers slipped,
What to say, I never had a grip, Cut to the truth, give up on all the self abuse, Close-Captioned fantasy playing in my mind, Was any of it every really mine? Author notesMore poetry by me, I like the title of this so I might expand on it more Please tell me what you thinkComments
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by B00tlegOn Aug 6 2:11 AM 2008Last login August 28
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