Call me stupid , the life I lead, it just never meets your expectations .. The lies, the drama, the hating, thus everything should mean so little to me, but still I stop and ask myself why I let it get to me ... To break me? ..I'm torn and ripped up into little shreds, but at the same time I'm being glued back together ... But is it just temporary relief or is this the real thing? .. For everyone whose been trying to tear me apart .. Its been working but at the same time dissipating .. The life I lead doesn't involve other people but me; yet they still choose to take a piece of me for what it was worth . It doesn't hurt much, just a gaping hole inside me . But go ahead keep doing what you do, for it doesn't change my perspective of you . Just remember, every word from you is nothing to me, no more will I take this pain ... Karma is mysterious, baby . And it gets both me & you .
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2007-03-01
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