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playing catch-up. posted on: Saturday, Feb. 23, 2008 at 9:10 pm |
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I get screwed over again and again, come out of each encounter with a chaste expression and tearstains in the grime. But not this time. I;m through with you, plural, definite. Think you can walk in front of me, show me what I;m missing? I missed it a long time ago. Go through life blaming me, thinking it was my fault. I trusted you, all of you and you stabbed me in the back painted your cheeks with my blood. Call me dramatic, but it;s genuine thespian flair, You'll all be shocked when I grab your hair and hold a dagger to your throat. And then when I smile and ask you if You Call That Blood? |
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