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.: Monday, April 11, 2005 :.
I'm emo. pitty me.
You can't understand me, but try, i like it when you try. it makes me feel more emo.
I have a condition, its grave really, theres no cure. I can turn it on and off.
I'm trapped in a bubble, a wonderful little thing with technicolor walls. It's art, and i created it.
two-faced, tiger-striped cheetah. I use analogies. Do you like them? they're deep, just like me.
the man is holding me back, i'd fight him, but i'm not feeling well. I should go to the hospital.
sandwiches are cliche.
the soul in my head says it'll all be ok, but with the way things are heading, that frames not to stay.
i need your attention, it acknowledges that i'm deep, emo, unique.
quite frankly, i'm full of shit, but i know it, which takes me beyond it.
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