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    Monday, April 26, 2010


    And if I ever breakdown on the rough road like before
    I know I’ll always take the fork
    And end up on my knees at your door.
    I wish you knew of the sins I’ve comitted in your wake
    The acting out I’ve done in hopes one day we’ll meet again…
    … In hell.
    Hm. That’s strange, you taste like blood.

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