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Created on: September 23, 2009
the last time I saw her
the last time I saw her
she was crying wind
blowing through her
sad sack funny face
golden child
cure
the next time
singing high headed
forlorn
and dying
sick
sad
ruin
could it be
that it's taken all
out of context
again and
over
again
forget it
lie down
cover your head
break out
done with it
god damn the misery
funny how it
loses itself
so many times
but comes back
to remember
the sick
sorry
reality
and what has been
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