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I know you, from sweat drenched dreams
tormented mind fuck that eats my calm
you made my peace cry for release
made me weep in some dark corner I wont remember
feast as you do on emotional screams
taste of my heart 'till all of its gone
eating away at me as a disease
August is heaven compared to September
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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha
Last edited by tecoyah; 03-13-2006 at 08:13 AM..
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