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Scars

Member since 2002 · Posted 30 Jul 2002 · 2 comments

You hurt me on the inside and left scars no one can see. I tell myself that I don't care. But if I were just so okay, I wouldn't dare to hurt myself the way I do. Just like the way you used to do.

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[7] Bachus 30-Jul-02/10:12 PM Reply

Hey their little lady I have a whole glove box full of neosporin. Why don't we take my El camino down into that shadowy culdesac over yonder!

[7] burgerking33 8-Mar-05/3:38 PM Reply

kinda depressing, don't you think.
if it's based on a true and personal experience,
i feel for ya. It was a decent piece of writing, but it
needs revision to make it to the top.
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