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May 27, 2004
My brain is fried over this, over you, over all of it, over the way you follow me around, over how you ask my friends what I'm doing, over the smell of you I still remember, over that shirt I bought you, over how you've changed, over how I've changed, over my helplessness, over the look in your eyes when you won't look at me but you're trying to, over your attempts to get me alone, over your attempts to apologize, over your inability to hear me, over your selfishness that reaches down into me and rips everything to shreds.