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Post by toolshed0673 on Mar 29, 2005 13:22:13 GMT -5
your suicidal innocence running through your mind then when u pull the trigger made a clown by your own kind I choose to live Everyone will have to die Your self destructive innocence Makes me sad for you Paint your wrists in red So nobody can bother you Now your gone It’s so sad to see you go Everybody seems to miss you What a waste-now we’ll bury you low don't kill yourselves. everybody is special. i love you all and so does God.
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