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Written by magsalden
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Thursday, 06 March 2003 |
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I gorge myself on anything that even
looks like it could be food, like a
suitcase overflowing with layers.
Trying hard to swallow my pain, a sweet and
sour tide dribbles down the walls of my
throat begging for freedom.
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Last Updated ( Monday, 31 July 2006 )
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