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My Wish, My Need

I feel the wall At the end of my fist As real as the passion I once felt and lost Please stop me before Dont speak to me after Or I will take yours too I've been caused to take An aweful offense For no one is thoughtful And nobody disuades My destructive ways Though I lement it Losing myself in a Pool of my blood It's the only way For a slight releif Without taking my breathe away Permenantly

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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