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Biting The Bullet
I do not want to know
Don’t tell me.
I do not want to see
Don`t show me
I do not want to feel
Don`t make me
Please leave me
Cocooned and wombed
Numbed and dumbed
Safe and secure
In my candy floss
Detached, two point two
World.
Happy happy clappy clappy
World.
Do not shoot the bullet
Whic...
Saturday 4th September 2010 5:58 am
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