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hurt, guilt, fear, frustration 
all messed up like a constellation 

expanding out like a big balloon 
like a bubble gum, it will pop soon 

where will all the shattered pieces fly? 
it all breaks down as i start to cry 

looking all around my room 
pieces from my never-ending doom 

trying to fit them back together 
but i know they'll stay like that forever 
Posted: 2005-01-23 23:35:38 UTC

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