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i wanna fuck the future. fucking fuck it.
[ May 03, 2004 ++ 7:32 p.m. ]

you eat my words up. steal 'em. how can you make me so numb and quite? i'm not feeling too good about anything right now. not feeling too certain.all becuase of you. always you-you-you.

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