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Monday, March 5, 2012
You made your own image of me
And stuck to it, and fell in love with it, that you puked me out and threw me into a sea of gasoline and set me on fire when that image didn't actually fit my scarred filthy body.
And it didn't really matter. Because It happens a lot.
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