June 15, 2005

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  9 days

  
  

  Something inside of me isn't quite right,
  Wishing, hoping it's only paranoia, despite
  My instincts screaming that I'm not alright.

  
  

  Did she lie or was it just a bad day?
  Did she hesitate because there was more to say?
  It doesn't really matter; I have to wait either way.

  
  

  I will deny it until proven true
  Or like a vampire it will drain my life away.

  
  

   

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