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Tuesday, June 27, 2006

And the words that pass our lips without our giving them a second thought, those very words which groveling could never take back, oh careless words that we yell. They pierce through skin, and provide the sickest sensations at the bottom of our stomachs. Cause' we've caused hurt, yet apologies don't come easy, as we go off to lick our wounds, wondering if you mattered as much.

Isn't it strange the way we shout those words we don't mean and whisper those that we do?

Sorry

7:42 AM

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