August
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Do you see the cuts in my face?
I hope you do, the´re all because of you
Walking along the freeway I often do, watch when opportunity after opportunity roll by. Crossing railways and an other oppotuninty is gone. on the way home passing barbed wire, suddenly I've got the felling to take and cut my fists to a bloody mess. Home and I watch it day after day, mocking me, on the wall, a small nail. I pull it from the wall, burrow it in my arm and whish this never happend, that I never was born. I Love you, Both. and now I might be gone in a fall
I hope you do, the´re all because of you
Walking along the freeway I often do, watch when opportunity after opportunity roll by. Crossing railways and an other oppotuninty is gone. on the way home passing barbed wire, suddenly I've got the felling to take and cut my fists to a bloody mess. Home and I watch it day after day, mocking me, on the wall, a small nail. I pull it from the wall, burrow it in my arm and whish this never happend, that I never was born. I Love you, Both. and now I might be gone in a fall
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