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Help me
Contributed by
cpich017
on
Wednesday, 6th April 2011 @ 08:33:24 AM in AEST
Topic:
AmericanTragedy
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Food for thought, devour your sole
It`s empty tortured, and swallowed
Wanting more than a stressed vein or something hallowed
You`ve got a shaky handle on things lets all assume
While your preparing breakfast in a burning coffee spoon
These withered arms have a bull’s eye
And you never miss hitting red
Goodbye reality, here comes my poison I.V
I`m like a burning house
I`ve got a fired inside
I`m like an old razor
I`ve always got something breaking my skin
Sending the lamb to the slaughter
I`ll take more lines then out of work actors
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2011-04-06 08:33:24] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Help me
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Friday, 8th April 2011 @ 05:05:03 AM AEST (User
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This reminds me of a dark cryptic crossword clue...I like it. |
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