does it bother you now all the mess i made,
does it bother you now all the clothes you told me not to wear.
does it bother you now all the angry games we played,
does it bother you now when im not there.
and everyone made me waste myself,
and all of them found it comforting,
its always better its me than them.
you killed me once.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
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