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By St Alcohol

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grinding glass an anger at an anger one deaf ear some mistakes anal-retentive asshole decideds i'm unforgiven passive makes a hole in open mind won't talk to... old friend time ticks off and continues i'm pasted on the wall and confined hung art piece to be mad at "house arrested mouse, in a cage for him to rage at" making me feel superior in my ability to deal with anger his anger is bulletproof thank god i'm not vindictive he should too. Written January 1st, 2002 © on Jan 01 2002 08:56 AM PST   0 • 12

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