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sickness
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moonshine
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Its lonely here with out you. Occassionaly haunting my dreams with a blue face with blueness that evades, taken pace in a place of non configurations. I miss you.
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010319
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twiggie
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i don't know what else to call it really... all of my writing for the past few months has been done on the computer. i've had such a craving lately to just write with my hands. anything at all. i'm sick of typing everything damn word out, i just want a pencil and some paper. technology is pissing me off more and more everyday.
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010402
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silentbobfuckyou
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stomach, survival, wretching, violence, addiction, heartbreak
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010719
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unhinged
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damn sinus infection my eyes feel like they are going to pop out of my head and i already took two advil. and i really don't like the taste of spearmint so that eccinechea tea is a little hard to stomach. but if it worked for hildegard it can work for me.
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011013
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misstree
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i can still feel you underneath my skin. i want to til i bleed to get you out.
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011014
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Cicero
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infection by arrow spreads through the heart through the Veins of Concious
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030211
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newme
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dreams are a sickness sweet
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040709
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what's it to you?
who
go
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blather
from
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