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2002-06-20 @ 12:38 p.m.
and the sunshine on my shoulder only makes it worse
it doesn't burn like i wish it did, the soft touch of it hurts
and inside my core is melting and dribbling away...flushed into the sewer to ferment with all my yesterdays.
i wonder as i sit here, when did smiles become lies, and when did true love equal - small and feeble tries?
how hard can it be to just feel some pain, if you'd be reawrded in the end with sunshine despite the rain?
how long ago did i not know of loves aching bliss? if i could - i know i would erase away our kiss...
because we have become this.
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so what the fuck was the point?