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this everything this makes me sick
the thought of his filthy touch
on your new skin
if you cleaned up you'd know 
you're better than this
so drag yourself out of bed
before he sticks to your sheets
and throw out those bottles
and the pills you would eat

do you remember when we were safe?
i was yours and you were my escape




 
Posted: 2007-05-31 00:26:30 UTC

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