breaking up must be the hardest thing in the world.
second only to my mother's cornbread.
her cornbread was is so hard that it broke a trash can once when she tried to throw it out.
so thats pretty hard.
so is breaking up.
tearing up in public places.
dialing the number again and again
but never calling.
oh how i wish for friends in this zip code.
oh how i long to relieve the pain i have caused in others.
11:12 a.m. - 2005-04-20
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