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Sat, Oct. 23rd, 2004, 06:42 am
My fault...

It's all my fault.

You never say anything
more than to tell me this.

I am
the reason,
the pain,
the memory,
the hatred.

Why do we persist?

It's obvious you're oblivous to my
needs,
desires,
aches,
passions.

Don't try to leash me,
let me go.

It's time to release me,
or it won't be my fault.