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Someone Must Hear the Call For Help

When did you become the boss? When did I become the clown? I was your punching bag But now I’m found Seen only trough bars Found only in death As I fall through the window Are you standing down? Will you be around As I hit the ground I can’t Hold on To what I’ve come To be Is this a permanent answer For my temporary problem Now is the issue Of how to solve them Seen searching through stars Wishing for death, My only calm As I fall through the window Are you standing down? Will you be around As I hit the ground Kill me Stop me Show me What I can be So will you stop me?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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Date: 12/16/2008 9:02:00 PM
I like great write... *Breana
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