By StarGrrl
It all used to make, Sense, I always used to know what to, Do, Life was almost, Good. Nothing, Was confusing. It helped, Everything helped. Now, Everythings, Dead, I don't know what to, Do, Nothing helps, It only gets worse. I don't know what to do, I never know what to, Do. Written April 9th, 2002 © on Apr 09 2002 09:33 AM PST 0 • 10
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"It all used to make,..."
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