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By Schitzo
Your words cut through me like blades but i try not to think about the bad times I still think about what I could have done differently on a nightly basis I know i still love you and it is just a mask i hide behind saying that i don't care You are still my Rose I am still your Schitzo You are still my baby that will always have a hold on me Written February 27th, 2002 © on Feb 27 2002 01:10 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"Your words cut through me like blades..."