(Edited by OpethGirl69 at 8:58 pm on July 9, 2006)

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Give me time I will be clear. Given time you'll understand;
What posesses me to write what you have suffered.
I'm in this mood because of scorn. I'm in a mood for total war.
To the darkened skies once more, and ever onward.

I hate it.

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Let's write the story again where I'm your lover and best friend.
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You were a song in my head, the warmth of the sheets in my bed,
A story forever told, but never old - a warm arrival never left so cold.

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*mutters something about still being a virgin*

I hate it.

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If I were to get really technical I'm not a virgin and I lost it at a really extremely young age, but since that wasn't my choice at all I don't count it, at all.

In my mind I still consider myself a virgin.

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Oh Freddled gruntbuggly thy micturations are to me
As plurdled gabbleotchits on lurgid bee
Groop I emplore thee, my foonting turlingdromes