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my_hands_are_shaking
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the pencil tremors in my hand my writing changes just a little less readable but i will spill water on myself if i pick a glass up--- i'm so scared it won't always be just my hands that shake
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051226
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Antonio Banderas
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i think my dog is dying.
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051226
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IGG
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must be the drugs.
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051227
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birdmad
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caffeine and ginseng in quantity, in steady stream, i am nearly as edgy as a tweaker, though to my own complete lack of surprise, i have not felt any particular urge to punch anyone in the head from how wound up i am
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051227
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joan moaned into the light
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crazy baby [joan osbourne] And your hands are really shakin’ somethin’ awful As you light your twenty-seventh cigarette Oh, how long have you been sittin’ in the darkness You forget... Oh, you know you’re gettin’ really hard to be with And you’re cryin’ every time you turn around And you wonder why you cannot pick your head up Off the ground... Oh, my crazy baby Try to hold on tight Oh, my crazy baby Don’t put out the light... The light, the light, the light And they look at you like they don’t speak your language And you’re living at the bottom of a well And you’ve swallowed all the awful bloody secrets But you can’t tell... Oh, you know you ought to get yourself together But you cannot bear to walk outside your door No, you cannot bear to look into the mirror Anymore... Oh, my crazy baby Try to hold on tight Oh, my crazy baby Don’t put out the light... The light, the light, the light And your hands are really shakin’ somethin’ awful As your worries climb around inside your clothes Oh, how long will you be sittin’ in the darkness Heaven knows... Oh, my crazy baby Try to hold on tight Oh, my crazy baby Don’t put out the light... The light, the light, the light The light...
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051227
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i've been listening to that song for so long
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051228
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In_Bloom
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Not to reach for you
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081108
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what's it to you?
who
go
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blather
from
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