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Monday, 18 December 2006
04:16:09 PM (GMT)
Dear Mister

Its Hard to define the waY
I seee the world
All kinds of things
all sorts of things
but whatam i
and who am i to think
The different outcomes 
the different marshalls of law
But they arent mine
no,they arent mine
and they shouldnt b urs
And if i could 
id paint the world gold
but its not gold its more of a rust a bronze
So i picked up a pin and wrote the only person whom i
whom i could relate with

Dear Mister
Contract Killer
I write u 
this letter
Dear Mister
show me ur childhood
cuz ive been feeling like the past few years
have gotton to the point to where im bored to tears
i need to release 
Just some reclined
to let it go

take my temperature
tell me if im sick
take my temperture 
tell me if ill live
Take my temperture
Im feelin feverish
Tke my teperture
tell me if im sick
or if ill live
im feeling feverish

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