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You Called,Death Answered

Today we meet alway's wondered what it would be like that shot was burning my chest,I see the emergency crew trying to save that body ,they'll never be able to close those holes the one in the chest maybe but that one in the heart that's the size of a fist no bullet did that,that was done by woman, that heart was broken to many times to repair it now,look at the bandages they used to keep it together and even that couldn't fix what was broken,How do you fix a broken heart that don't wanta be fixed,we'll there's another one going to the morgue guess they finally got their wish.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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