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this house is a prison
locking me up
no razor
cant shave
no alcohol
cant drink
no meds
cant pop
no knives
cant cut
its all in a box
locked up like a treasure
i cant live
so i might as well die
12-16-04
Sunday, September 11, 2005
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4/25/2024 3:15:08 AM # 1.0.0.1119
well i dont think i can give you the award for most optimistic. but it shows alot of feeling (that i understand) *10*