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Thursday, January 8th, 2004
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5:32p - You can call it love, but its more like a curse
I wish I could forget this all
Everything is such a mess
I'm in love with you
Its just that simple
But everytime I say it
I want to throw up
Its such a sick love, a dying love, a love worth killing yourself over for because it sucks so much
You'd think i'd be over this by now
But like some bewitched fool
I'm cursed to only love you more
I know I've been warned
I know of the side-affects... Sorrow, Jealousy, insanity, depression, death...
But I just take more and more of you
Until eventually i overdose and slip into the safe arms of Death
Only in death can i forget you
Only in death can i finally be free
current mood:  cranky (3 comments |comment on this)
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