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Hurts Like Hell
Just dive right in, that's the only thing to do.
But I don't want to,
because I know that this shouldn't be my responsibility.
I shouldn't have to blow this thing wide open
and then pick up the pieces.
I shouldn't have to make a mess and get my hands dirty.
Is this my only option?
Yes.
Am I sure?
No.
So, I stand here, stalling on the edge,
until what I'm waiting for comes,
until it hurts like Hell.
| On February 3rd 2008 101091 Said : | |
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I know the feeling all to well. Great job. I love it. |
| On August 16th 2007 hyper009 Said : | |
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