Friday, August 28, 1992

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You were fun, for a while
A couple times you made me smile
You hung around til my feet left the ground
Now it's time for me to come down
 
It's alright, I'll be fine
Just need time to clear my mind
Get you out of my system, out of my head
Got to give you up, bitch, or I'll wind up dead
 
These hands are not my hands
These feet do not belong to me
My head is someone else's
In the mirror is nothing there to see 

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