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44 lines
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gNU mAHG nUMBUH nYNE!@
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bUY: (eWE gUESSID iT!@) pIP tHE aNGR-EE y0UFF@!
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tITLE: tHE gIRLIEZ lUV mUH k0Q
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yeah... so what if they don't talk to me and i try to confess my feelings
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to them but i don't know how to ... so what if i write horrible poetry
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and have more slits on my wrists than dick clark has had face-lifts...
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standing
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waiting
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glancing
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hoping
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watching
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smelling
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forgetting
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losing
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ending
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yeah... i'm pretty much a quiet kid... and yeah, i feel the need to make
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a statment in violence... maybe i should snap... maybe i should break out
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dad's .22 and sit on the roof of the school... yeah... take out a few of
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the fake sheep sitting around the school yard... the ones who make fun of
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me all of the time...
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running
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breathing
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sweating
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kneeling
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hiding
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maybe i should just take some prozac, something to quiet the riot in my
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skull... the constant battle between sanity and madness...
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killing
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raping
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eating
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fucking
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living
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hating
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or maybe i should just get a clue...
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-eof-
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