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Contributed by chaos78 on Monday, 22nd May 2006 @ 10:06:32 PM in AEST
Topic: oops

I feel so cold it shake my bones
my action today may not seem
right but it was love that drove
me to fight I could killed him
when I saw him thank god I
forgot my knife he got what
he had coming to him I should
keep beating on him some more
he suppose to be my friend not
reaching for the woman I adore
I could left him dead right in
front of your door I no longer
care about myself only want to
hurt the ****** not just myself
I won’t regret my action because
I don’t fear death it been hell ever
since you left I can feel him running
though me I ready to take my last
breath tell him I waiting for him I
won’t let that man threaten me I
know what was in his hand it was
the same thing I had but my had jam
just wanted to kill this man didn’t
think I would get like this wishing
for death not caring if I live just
know I still love u and the kids
I thought I could use them to
give me a will to stay but I’m just
not happy I don’t want them to
see me this way

Copyright Â© chaos78 ... [ 2006-05-22 22:06:32]
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Re: no title (User Rating: 1 )
by Shnyzz on Monday, 22nd May 2006 @ 10:47:06 PM AEST
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Not too bad a little dismal but nice

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