02-09-09
1:03am
Both in pain.
Shouts.
Hang up.
Toot-toot-toot-toot
Fark.
Get lost.
I need a smoke badly.
I'm a complete mess.
Drug.
Settles.
Everything.
I
need a wake up call
at
5.30am
tomorrow
Throat
urges
me
to
make a
nice kicking nescafe.
Now the truth hurts
but the fault's mine
cos I let him go
try to get over it
but its best if its left at the bottom of my mind.
-Fantasia, Truth Is
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