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I want to know. But I can’t ask.
She knows but she won’t tell me. Don’t I have the right to know?
I need to know.
I’m scared to find out. Very scared.
Posted by:sharkbait
I want to know. But I can’t ask.
She knows but she won’t tell me. Don’t I have the right to know?
I need to know.
I’m scared to find out. Very scared.
Posted by:sharkbaitThis entry was posted on Saturday, May 7th, 2005 at 12:12 pm and is filed under Miscellaneous. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.
The words dripped on my consciousness,
sank into my being, and carried me away,
to the magic long ago of once upon a time.
Beat it out of her … whatever it is.
i say make her tell you. it’s like getting a splinter of wood under your skin. if you don’t get it out, it’ll become infected!