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by laura not much rote it at denis

Date Posted: 05:30:21 04/09/03 Fri

Something about him keeps me going back,
just thinking about him makes me lose track of
my rhymes, He's slime, nothing but useless
slime, Why do I waste my time? Oh Yeah, I long to
taste his lips once again, or just to know him as
a friend, Will the waiting ever end? or my shattered
heart mend, Oh the message I would send to make him
understand the pain he's caused but could he even
comprehend? Does his cold heart bleed Oh how I just
want to be freed from his neverending grasp.
All this backwards bending for him is not worth
the hope of my hand and his, together clasped