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August, 2003 I take a stand Acceptance Sad but true Here I am alone in a House full of cats Stuffed animals And my rage And my temper And I can't cry anymore Because my face burns Salt in fresh wounds Flesh wounds Of the Kind that Losers like you Can't see Because you only see What is convenient So I see only that, too. And in the end It doesn't really matter Who hurt who And who made you It only matters That love is fading fast And you'd better believe It's not forever Because you wouldn't Let it be. Finite, Limited. That's the end of the cake Bottom of my barrel And it's time to Pour the tequila and Say adios.
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