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11/27/09

dear _____, i can't imagine. no way to believe i could sweep you off your feet. you don't want me. but i think i have to ask anyway. try. i hardly know you. and i'm scared to try anymore. i have a wine-stained mattress headache hell. ways to look at this place that would make you ache and shake and hurt.... it's hard to want to share or shed that. i ask for the chance to lose. give me cold and shivering; i'll give you what's left.
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Apr 8, 2010
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