A few from January 2009

Fly home baby
i am having fun fucking her heart attack
i see just me
let me in there
let what is in there out
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It rains when is pouring
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I don't think I feel well
don't
there is no point in me
I am peeling all my muddy flesh
oh he is so sad, yep
"she would hate me anyway"
where is this all going
just over the hill and into the wood
oh I just see it