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Regretfully Yours

Socrates was my lover
Poe was my comfort
Rice was my Mother
King was my Father

Forsaken by my lover
Betrayed by my comfort
Ignored by my Mother
Abandoned by my Father

Money is now my lover
Pills are now my comfort
Sadness is now my Mother
Apathy is now my Father

Am I really messed up
Really, really messed up
Is it really your fault
Really, really your fault
Imaginary love of long ago
Stay where you are, the past

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On Thursday October 5th, 2006, batman nipples (2246) writes:

Again, a unique approach delivered as a most crushing vocalization of solititude, regret, and pain. This struck a chord.

On Wednesday October 4th, 2006, elisa (1990) writes:

stranded passion.......neglected today..forgotten tomorrow....painful.....well said.

On Tuesday October 3rd, 2006, Alanarchy (1697) writes:

Wow, now this was a gem. Great stream of mind, I really did enjoy the hell out of this. Write on, and I'll be looking in to you :D

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