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| The Second End |
| Used up too much energy pretending the obvious isnt' true you wanted me for one thing and when it didn't happen it ended Then you used me and I just took it like the blind fool I was Was because I'm sick of your shit No more wishing, no more wanting and letting you off the hook I'm done- done dealing with your memory and done dealing with you. September 20, 2001 |
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