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21:25 - Nov. 21, 2003 At night, in a space and time of my own, I cry and shudder in sobs that I stifle quiet. How many more Christmas's? How many more birthdays? How do you measure this? And I can only think, it's going to get worse. So if I'm far away and I don't want to talk, and I don't get excited about the things that are rocking your world, you'll have to excuse me.
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