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By Galadrial Date: 2001 Oct 25 Comment on this Work [[2001.10.25.22.13.26135]] |
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Breath girl... deep breaths make those spots stop dancing in front of your eyes, Yes, it hurts to breath but you have to. Like you didn't know this nasty truth dished up steaming? And yes, one thing to know, quite another to have your nose rubbed in it so far you can smell another woman's perfume. So you tried not to breath, only now the room is spinning, and your chest is fireknots, and every gift you had been given was a cracker jack prize bought by the gross, and what you held precious is nothing more then shiny tinsel. I love you means nothing when it was a lure and every other fish in the pond had a taste of something he swore was yours alone. But I'm not a small mouth bass, and i can give up nasty habits and addictions. Just let me release my breath--- and there. You are gone with not a bang, and not a whimper. Peddle your papers elsewhere Son--- I sold myself too cheap. And now? You can't afford me. |