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Words from Before It's Too Late by Goo Goo Dolls.

Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Whipped. Big time.

When the heat goes up

I'm afraid. Seriously afraid. These.. Things. Memorizing numbers and letters.. Numbers and letters that mean one person.This is going stale. And pointless. I feel more confused than ever. I know it's wrong. Really wrong. But, fact is, I can't help it. You don't stop these things. And even if i did, it won't feel right. It never really did.. I tried.. but it's like a stupid freefall.. Everything just keeps going faster. i want it to stop. Right now. Before I reach that dead end. We know how that story goes, ladies and gentlemen. It's not going to be pretty.

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Are you free?
I stared. I can't help it. I'm sorry.
Don't mind me.

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I hate this. I should be happy. I found a cool new blogger. Mark'll be here. And tommorrow seems all bright and shiny. But fuck. I need medication. Fast. It's all downhill from here. Show me some love.

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Who let you go?