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How Soon Is Now?

Down the street you can hear her scream you're a disgrace as she slams the door in his drunken face, and now he stands outside and all the neighbours start to gossip and drool - he cries oh, girl you must be mad, what happened to the sweet love you and me had? Against the door he leans and starts a scene, and his tears fall and burn the garden green... and so castles made of sand fall in the sea, eventually...

I am the son, and the heir, of nothing in particular.

Perhaps if you still cared I could still let you down as ever. And perhaps if I had amnesia, then I could forget that you still mean the world to me.

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WHAT'S ALL THIS THEN?!?! No comments have been left yet! My god man, it's horrific!

You (Yeah, you!) can help change this frown into a grin by "dropping some knowledge on a brotha [sic]", and leaving your thoughts. Go on. It'll make you feel much better about the world around you.

 

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