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11-18-2006, 05:16 AM
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tick tock tick tock
hear the sound of this clock time is running out this is how i felt when i became ill thought the answer was a pill but i was to weak i felt like a freak but time is getting on wish i could say i was wrong my shadow is my friend with him i dont have to pretend i can be myself and not fake he wont give me advise that i should take he wont get upset or get offended we wont have any bridges that need to be mended thats why my shadow is my friend |
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