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By erin Date: 2002 Mar 05 Comment on this Work [[2002.03.05.23.04.29639]] |
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there is no sign of the end, to me, right now nothing you say or do, makes me think you don't want me anymore-- but the thought of when consumes me. when are you going to turn around and tell me to get lost, when are you going to lash out at me with angry eyes, when are you going to break my heart? because i know it must be coming soon for this seems too good to be true. |