June
Tuesday 18 December 2007 photo 1/3
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You feel like screaming but can not wrench a sound from your lips/ your blood is making you drown/ you're down/ on the ground/ with nothing but broken promises of a better tomorrow/ but it's the morrow/ that will make it all end/ these psychotic hazes from your adrenalin-pumped trips. So leave it all be for there's nothing to undo/ not a single thing/ nothing/ no something/ for it shall end with a prescribed bullet through your head/ put the gun towards it and feel/ the licking flames from the hardened steel/ for a bullet is to undo/ you.
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