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9:20 a.m. - 2005-06-26
\"What if i have to pee?\"
The fever, the focus,

The reasons that I had to believe you weren't too hard to sell.

Die young and save yourself

The tickle, the taste of...

It used to be the reason I breathe,
but now it's choking me up.

Die young and save yourself.

He hits the lights,
This doesn't seem quite fair.

Despite everything he learned from his friends(and past experiences), he doesn't feel so prepared.

She's breathing quiet and smooth,
He is gasping for air.

This is the first and last time, he says

She fakes a smile, and presses her hips into his.

she keeps her hands pinned down at his sides.

He's holding back from telling her exactly what it really feels like.

He is the lamb, she is the slaughter.

She's moving way too fast, and all he wanted was to hold her.

Nothing that he tells her is really having an effect.

He whispers that he loves her, but she's really only looking for...(sex)

(Up the stairs, the station where the act becomes the art of growing old.)

So much more than he could ever give her,
A life full of lies and meaningful relationships.

He keeps his hands pinned down at her sides,

He waits for it to end and for the aching in his gut to subside.

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