Pieces
May 21st, 2006
Pieces, that’s all what’s left of me. Just take one it doesn’t hurt anymore. One little scrape. Not much. What’s just alittle. Never seemes like it’s to much to take. One more spin of the wheel. Not much right? There’s still millions upon thaousands of pieces lefted. What? I can’t hear you. Houw much more do you want? Just one more scoop. I don’t feel anything. What’s that about. What do you mean nothing is left? There was millions and thousands of pieces left. It can’t be gone it was pieces. What do you mean? I didn’t notice anything.
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