Friday, March 18, 2005
Begs the question of how much you can really count on your friends.
Pleads to know why you always put me in this spot.
I don't want to place any less importance on friends than I am now, but you, coupled with disillusion, make me doubt.
And doubt suffocates.
Pleads to know why you always put me in this spot.
I don't want to place any less importance on friends than I am now, but you, coupled with disillusion, make me doubt.
And doubt suffocates.
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With a man's hair comes his dignity, and when the hair goes so does his pride. Definitely reminiscent of Hercules huh. So my barber decides to have a mind of his own and give me a cut without prior suggestion, and so there goes my pride and joy. I look like a freaking recruit again! :( Damn.
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