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god, he smelled so good.

im going down, no fighting or punching, no screaming or kicking, no biting or middle fingers. the only place to travel is back in the dirt, back to where i was born. i belong in this hole, its only fair to stay there. besides, no one wants me to be up, so i would rather be down.

5:44 p.m. - 2004-05-02

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