spl /
/ it
s e r p e n t i n e tongues
s
l
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t
h
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r
in pits of despair ~
turns wicked to
s t o n e
Tappita Tappita Tappita--CLICK
type it all before I spl it
Cogs snap ripping loose my switch
Reality tilted stilted about to pitch
Your about to meet my true inner B***H!
That filter between wrong and right
Losing focus clean outta sight...
thoughts all jumbled...it screws me all up when we fight
Here's a redbull...get your wings and hit the door;
Fly back to that half off dime store whore
F O U R YEARS nothing but a waste
Of my precious time breath and space
I want absolutely nothing more than to .break. your. FACE!
Do the cha cha on your heart; gather the tiny bits,
Feed them to you slowly like dip on a ritz.
Time to let the anger fade,
you were a sad blind phase...
part of the thrill seeker bad boy craze.
If I had a dollar for every dozen roses
given after every black eye, every time you made me cry.
I'd be able to buy and sell your soul
enough times to fill this seeping hole,
chipped and cracked in my heart...
I guess though it's time we part.
Before I change my mind and cross the killer line.
Smack.
Backpack latch intact,
knee fractured?
Collapse.
Need help.
Breath trapped.
Vision black.
Drop.
Vision back.
Snap, crack, roll past.
Sound echoes from
the ground - green grass.
Half past three,
now.
Kevin and the other seven
can't even believe how
I can still breathe.
Wow. Was it that grim?
I mean, I remember falling...
but were my chances that slim?
First push - NO.
Vis-ion spl-it b-y pa-in
CALM.
What was that about "no gain"?
********. I'm gonna
pull a hat out of a rabbit.
No prize was ever hung
right for us to grab it.
So.
Second push - NO (Don't care)
I'm getting out of this.
Incomes night around
my eyes like it was practiced.
SssssttaaaaNNNNddd.
Swirls. Eye-lightening.
Everything is gone.
Lean. Sight brightening.
Slow return, thighs burn.
Sight from eyes spies
A way down into the
landing. What BLUE skies.
Focus.
Crude, non-fluid movement
and a curse for God,
hobble and step,
balancing foot on sod.
Steps into a future.
You decide.
ISH-CA-DUTA mean's that I just don't know...
*******People Spell to Literally******
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i dnt hve aaa spl=cke
I din't kno wht tu du a
So iF u can read ths msg
Thn u neeed an spel-Ck-Tu-a
GF
******I NEED A SPELL-CHECK RECOVERY BOTTON888_______
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