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Mistaken (Other) by midnight So weak and vulnerable
She seems to be
Until she speaks
Then her words cut glass
Shattering lives
Is her hobby
Maybe then she won't be alone
With her life in pieces
The love of someone
Seems impossible
When her whole life was only hate
Wasting time with dreams of happiness
Up the ladder:
Now
Down the ladder:
Mothers love
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Posted: July 8, 2002 2:34 PM PDT; Last modified: July 8, 2002 2:34 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.5 Overall Rank: 2684 Comments:
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15-Jul-02/4:39 AM
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I could almost swear that we know each other, and that you are writting about me LOL
Poo also!
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