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Sweet, sugary sick
Are you ever angry, mad
So much so it aches
Wither away, you
I am screaming broken glass
Scratch my knees again
Slither away, you
Let the black envelope me
Not pretty in pink
I long to break free
And shoot down that enemy
If she wasn't me
Last edited by AllyOops! : 04-11-2005 at 12:40 AM.
Reason: Too many syllables!
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