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Tuesday, 29 January 2008
tounge tied, mouth zipped
it's a tiring task
to have something inside
not knowing the perfect words to explain it
but it doesn't seem to matter much anymore
everything said and done
have been treated like crap
everyone seems to have a problem of their own
so...
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