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Monday, August 21, 2006
My head hurts like fuck.
He's a rock & roll poet sex god.
The sun exploded into pieces of hope, but i wasn't there to grab one.
It's the saddest songs on the saddest nights that make us cry,
and with that we sit back prepared to watch our dreams die.
The stars burn up and leave us in the dark, our shadows brighter then our hearts.
It's the nights i spend all alone that make me so dry,
and with that we sit back prepared to watch our dreams die.
The virgin suicides.20:06
