Tuesday 15 January 2008 photo 37/41
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Keep holdin on, When my brains tickin like a bomb. Cuts the black, Cocks the gun. Up in to get me. Sweet bitter words, Unlike nothing I have heard. Sing along mocking bird, You don't effect me. That’s right, Deliver it to my heart. Please try, And deliver it. Wait, I’m coming undone. Irate, I’m coming undone. Too late, I’m coming undone. What looks so strong so delicate? Wait, I’m starting to suffocate. And soon I anticipate,
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