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You make me feel great

You make me feel hate

You always open the gate

You always fill my plate



You drive me insane

You make me deranged

Your to blame

You, but it's okay



You make me feel smart

You make me feel like a retard

You make things no holds barred

You change wounds to scars



Your so perfect to me, but that

You might not see

You could be whatever you wanna be

You baby, your free


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  To somebody...but come on...isn't that odvious?

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last updated 11 October 2010 - 3:02am
©23 January 2006 - 1:55am — beautifulpain
25 January 2006 - 12:30pm — Ruby (not verified)
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I think I just got what you mean by free... and I don't like it...

23 January 2006 - 8:33pm — the Other/EB (not verified)
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yay, your writing again

23 January 2006 - 1:25pm — ... (not verified)
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I'm not free..