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Are you ready?
2003-07-30@7:06 p.m.

Screw it all.

I know it's in me.

Where's it hidden?

You took it.

I saw you run with it in your pocket.

Like a thief in the night you ran.

Running with your back to me, as fast as you can.

Well go on, if that's what you call a get away. (sorry, kinna stole that)

You'll be back around when it's over.

But will I be here? Ha. Right.

If I am here, I'll be blind and def from the sh!t you put me through.

What good will I be then? None.

But you'll still use me, you'll find a way.

And like a sad little puppy with no owner I'll come right back to you, heart and back wide open.

Is your knife ready?

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NO! That's not directed toward anyone and it's not meant to rhyme, it's the result of diareaha (sp?) of the mouth and mind.

L8er,

-Jaycob

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