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IMAGINARY CHARACTERS
. . . the only limits are those you choose to create in your mind . . .
you are such a fucking fool you could have everything she was so devoted and you were so cool you are such a stupid jerk you had everymans dream and there she lay prostrate all you could do was cream beautiful face empty heart body of grace lost soul infinite space falling apart dreams you chase you can not control you are such a little boy you can fuck, you can play you never learned to love that's why they go away so you take another supplement make everything alright sleep away the losses tomorrow is another night beautiful face empty heart body of grace lost soul infinite space falling apart dreams you chase you can not control you don't think about aging years will slowly pass you just think about getting off on the next piece of ass no one will catch you crying you hide your loneliness cuz you're the epitome of success and public happiness you are such a empty shell but the shell's so beautiful people tell you do not change isn't it strange (beautiful face) just a victim of the game pretending to have control thank god looks can't tell heaven from hell beautiful face empty heart body of grace lost soul infinite space falling apart dreams you chase you can not control Star (Beautiful Face) Ric Candor ©2000 MAIN GATE FRONT DOOR WRITTEN GARDENS FAREWELL EMAIL
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