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Death Be Rest

I conceal my face and head praying i was dead I struggled to forget But my heart would not let I wasted my convincing That you were real I stopped praying I'm now shattered down Sitting on the ground I once thought life would go on But it all turned out wrong I decided to give it a last shot Only it wasn't worth the fought I now have a gun and knife Deciding if i should take my life I slash my wrists And shoot my head My body falls to the floor I now lay in a puddle of blood Forever put to rest

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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Date: 1/2/2013 12:07:00 PM
beck and call?
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Date: 1/2/2013 12:06:00 PM
just because a woman doesn't understand a mans intention, self destruction is a selfish act always.. grow up, and just accept, and beckon...
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