life is so goddamn romantic when you write it down if you were a book they would say you were brilliant because you're so hard to read but you're a mystery that's solved in an easy passage third chapter fourth page but everyone just skips right through it you have to admit, even you and everything you're doing now is wrong you're such a wreck don't pretend like you know what you should do just sit and shake cry and shiver they all know that you haven't got a clue you're so raw that i think we should cook you in a pool of love well that could be just a little problematic when love is so far away but you're just wasting all that precious little energy that you haven't got to spare we know you'd cross like a hundred million oceans for love but love wouldn't cross them for you and every time you say anything you take your foot you bend it up you put in it your mouth so just shut up keep to your self and try to catch all the air that escaped your lungs
2.13.2003
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