leftunspoken's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- And the music moves me... I don't exist. You can't see me. So I'm not here. You can't feel me. Out of hand, out of...well..something. You don't know me. I'm a million people and they all disappear when you aren't looking. You can watch me lick my lips and roll my hips and you can want whatever you want, but don't expect it to be me. You think I sound sorry? You think I sound sad? Think again, babies. 8:37 a.m. - August 18, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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