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Dedication (Other) by MissUnderstood
Your words they sting, the cut I feel, the poisoned blade of hardend steel rips right through my heart and soul; Tears me up and leaves me raw. I taste your anger, feel your pain, your hurt and sorrow is my shame. What I've done I know won't mend the shredded remains of a treasured friend.

Up the ladder: My Christmas Gift
Down the ladder: Life

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Arithmetic Mean: 4.0
Weighted score: 4.880797
Overall Rank: 10246
Posted: October 1, 2006 12:42 PM PDT; Last modified: October 1, 2006 12:42 PM PDT
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[4] nentwined @ 68.232.253.122 | 4-Oct-06/6:25 PM | Reply
simple, but, er, trite. You've got a flow, I'll give you that, though the yoda speak is ... twisted.

Are you killing yourself? If not, what have you done to mend the shredded remains of a treasured friend? At least, the way you've phrased it, you're implying you've done something _towards_ mending things.
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