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Please Hurt Me
Charlie

I told him about this dream I had
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where an empty man
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trapped me in a trap
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with some hot knot of lies
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and choked me choked me until I died.
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"I've had the same dream,"
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he said in sad words.
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Well no, not exactly.
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He almost said that
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but instead he frowned
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and put his hands around my neck.
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My lips pouted open,
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but didn't make a sound.
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All I could do was blink, shiver,
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watch him make a big smile,
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and it didn't hurt at all.
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27 Mar 07


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