� hit. � 2003-02-17 � 11:00 p.m. �

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It's amazing how my worlds constantly collide...

Half of me wants to scream things I've kept inside for so long... so I can sit in Alberta and watch the wrath in Montreal.

The rest of me knows better... the rest of me is tired of the fight... of the war and the blood. Tired of people being thrown off balconies... fights and faces beaten in on roof tops... dragged along asphalt... all in the name of what? or who?

I am not worth it.

So here's to hoping my name never comes up over beer and hockey. That maybe they've never met, though unlikely...

Here's to another round of don't ask, and I won't tell...

Here's to another soul who loves me - another one to save.

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