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<a href='archives.php?PHPSESSID=d819b7f2a50b8bf26b25ceb866512815'>archives</a><BR>i can't quite remember how--
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a smooth tipped bullet, i believe;
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shattering the innocence once more
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of you, and in turn, me.
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it was nothing new to you--
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tragedy, that is--
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continually compounding on the past
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instead of easing with time,
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with increased exposure.
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no, this was nothing you grew accustomed to.
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it was your own radiation,
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bringing you nothing
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save your own emotional demise.
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but to me, the outsider,
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it was nothing.
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i had felt the pain;
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lost a loved one;
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but never with the same tragic occurence.
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due to faded emotion, perhaps;
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it surely wasn't any hardened exterior
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reared through manhood.
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still, you were engulfed in pain
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and i being the responsible boyfriend
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was there for a hand and a shoulder.
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"now now my darling
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things will be okay
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the sun will rise tomorrow
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leaving your fallen friends impressed on the horizon."
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a smile and a vague recollection;
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but now my dear, now i need relief,
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perhaps a gentle fellating
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or a handjob in the least.
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they are quite similar, you know--
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that is, death and handjobs--
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both releasing the inner demons
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locked up within your veins;
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release
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eternal darkness
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release
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