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I feel bitter.
You are hurting me again. 
I wish we could take it all back
Love me or leave me.
You mock my dreams
my lucid ideas.
I want you.
You ignore me.
Tonight you push me 
away.
I open up to you so easily.
Be myself?
I am.
I am not who I used to be.
You look at me 
as if I am 
a stranger.
You think you can hold me,
then mold me
into what I was
or 
what you wish.
Kiss me.
Then pay me.
I am a sucker for love.
Not your wishes.
Posted: 2007-06-01 00:04:27 UTC

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2007-06-22 01:43:50a rose by any other name would hurt just as bad.
hmmm! well demented right! lol i likes again