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A lie.
((2003-09-25 - 11:46 p.m.))
I'm sorry. Can't think of any lyrics or anything to write. All I can think of is going to bed and lying in the warmth of my duvet thinking things other while holding my cuddly toy and feeling safe. Sometimes that is my cure just holding something and feeling warm.. it makes safety seem more real.Even though it's a lie.
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