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ya...pretty much sorry if any of mypoems are a little scary for you but its my way of gettign crap out instead of doing something stupid |
I wondered what it'd be like today
To slit my wrists and slip away...
I wanna cut deep and drag it down
I wanna rip through my skin...
This one time I'll try to explain
The reasons for what we do...
I hear America screaming, the terror in each...
Those of the families, their pain echoed in our...
Strum on your guitar
And look up at the stars...
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You can complain because roses have thorns, or you can rejoice because thorns have roses |