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10-04-2008, 01:14 PM
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Flame Retarded
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twenty four seven empty spaces in side my mind
One day
In the sun One day in the mud I will tear apart my insides and let my hate bleed out . One day on top. One day I'll win. One life to leave dripping.. A fresh crop from the sin Fuck it till it breaks . Drive it til its black. One more day repressed,cracked... never to come back. I just want to Ijust want to I just want to transend.... A cloud of fog . To make me dissapear . The dark morning chill...I am everywhere FUCK IT til it bleeds. KILL IT til is breaths. Drain out myself and hate everything that feeds.
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