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2004-03-14 - Things we can never have
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Here we are again; carrying around the phone like a dog with a chewed up bone that might just contain a morsal more marrow, wondering why you are so, so unable ever to let me know what is going on. This time at least I will not sit at home. I'll go somewhere and smoke and wonder where you are and why it always has to hurt so much. Why are the only things we want the things we can never have?
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