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February 21, 2003 - 11:13 a.m. stolen she doesn't know..can't tell..won't explain. cluttered in groups..i gave my dice away long ago..no games. dirty laundry and damn... everyone's got the same sparkle in their eyes tonight. everyone's the same. and maybe she thinks that i'm and i'd and maybe i don't blow her mind...maybe i'm not of her kind. people like problems...and she only writes when she's not happy. ... i think i might just understand...
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