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Post by haggardlilelf on Jun 30, 2004 18:18:24 GMT -5
Why must you be So damned perfect? To love you is bliss, But it's not worth it. Your face, Your hair, Don't make me care When I lose my addiction, You tempt me once more And make me feel, Like a f*cking crack whore. The feeling I get, When your around, The sadness the joy, Am I a toy? Or am I the one youve always desired? The one by whom youve been inspired? The love the hate, It's all up to date. The bullsh*t the fix, It's all in the mix. The confusion, The direction, All wrapped up, In your damned perfection.
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Post by TheToker on Jul 6, 2004 23:49:41 GMT -5
i know exactly what you mean when you talk about feeling like a crack whore, i for one have been addicted to things(not saying what), and i know what it feels like to want them, but you can't, great write! i really do love profanity i think it describes how you feel a lot better! tee hee!
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Post by Mikepoet on Jul 24, 2004 23:06:45 GMT -5
Well read in the simplicity of an addictive nature. I got obsessive compulsive romantic out of it..
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Post by Seth on Jul 25, 2004 0:30:35 GMT -5
This totally fires me up... Wonderfully written, I agree... Profanity gets the emotion across splendidly.
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