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By Liz Date: 2002 Dec 05 Comment on this Work [[2002.12.05.17.47.15703]] |
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Quick...before you can think about it tell me what you want. Don't paint me a pretty picture of what you SHOULD want. Don't tell me what your mother thinks you need, answer me from that locked compartment in your heart where truth lives. Don't tell me you want a wife and kids and a white-picket fence when what you want is freedom, money, a whore and a Harley. Trust me with this little truth and maybe I will let you in on mine... |