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----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- death comes creeping **And my stomach is sick** All weekend HE was there.I stayed in a room right in front of one of his doctors,I saw his uncle,I even saw the rug shop again.Songs that were playing made me think of him.He was all around me.I couldnt run fast enough,I couldnt get drunk fast enough,I couldnt get stoned fast enough.I couldnt get away from it.And I really didnt want to,but I didnt want to open my eyes anymore either. 5:07 p.m. - 2005-04-10 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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