Sunday 14 October 2007 photo 5/8
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Will you still hold me when you see what I have done? Will you still kiss me the same when you taste my victim's blood? So crimson and red, I feel it flowing from your lips My heart is dead and so are you And all I have is hope, and all I need is time To bury in pine under six feet of time The lies I told me about myself Claw my way out, pick the splinters from under my fingernails I won't lose hope, I won't give in Just live and breathe and try not to die again
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