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Wednesday, Sept. 11, 2002 | 7:29 p.m.


and somewhere between my lips and your ears the words dissipated in the air. the true meaning was lost. so you made up your own interpretation. and baby. it's like walking with the wounded.

i hate:

misunderstanding/jealousy/immodesty

frustrationscreamingdrunkenness

lyricsididntwrite.ignorance.distance

forcingtheissue-bleeding-depression

nocussingpolicies+heartache+missingyou

good grief.

go on drone