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by joe Apr 14, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / lost relationships
A gun pointed at my head cold as ice i close my eyes waiting to die i hear the shot, but feel no pain i open my wretched eyes, but they lied to me i look down, there she is dropped like a diamond from the sky, blood everywhere in the alleyway she's gone, she's gone...
by Chelsea
Imagnitivly real. Short but apaitizing