beat me down, into the ground, today my barbaric yawp does not resound.
let me lie here in the dirt, feel this hurt, and figure out my own self-worth.
my stoney stare, i just can't care, and you aren't really there.
what's the point in this, a make believe bliss, i'm just getting pissed.
it's getting cold now, i try to sleep but how, no feelings allowed.
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Thanks for the words of encouragement to Sara and I the last few days. I don't think I have your latest email address, can you send it to me? Thanks!
ahhh my sweet dupree...
seeing you again, thru the feelings you emote with your words wit
Jaded Dreamer
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