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ErErRrR

Contributed by Um_dubbidy_dumdum on Tuesday, 27th April 2004 @ 01:28:06 PM in AEST
Topic: psychoticpoems

I hate that *****in’ ***** I wanna kill her

Shove her face in a bag & ***** smother her

Shoot her in the back

That’ll make me laugh

Hahaha *****, but I can’t…

Can’t b/c she was a friend at one point in time

A reliable friend I thought

But I come to find a different side

The side that must die

They call her a *****

I now see why

She plays it off, but it hurts inside

Underneath the skin she’s afraid

Afraid she might die when she looks in my eyes

She knows that I’m after her

She knows to be aware

I’ll get her one day

And make her fears become my tears

My tears will shed when I put a bullet in her back

Kill that ***** she ruined my life & that’s a fact

She took my joys & my happiness

My smiles & my laughs

She left me w/me a lonely soul just wondering

I wonder this planet & look at her

Happy, yet so afraid

She knows I’ll get her one day

But for now I’ll let her play

Doesn’t she have any idea what she’s done?

She talked the talk, but she never walked the walk

That ***** is a lire

She talks crap & later she doesn’t care

She must die for what she’s done

Oh well….

That’s what she’ll get when I feel the time is right

A bullet in her back & then she’ll see the light

Maybe she might even see what she’s done

I doubt it though…

Her hearts as blue as ice

And feels that way too.

It’ll be ok

She’s gonna die soon

Copyright © Um_dubbidy_dumdum ... [ 2004-04-27 13:28:06]
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Re: ErErRrR (User Rating: 1 )
by lil_angel on Tuesday, 27th April 2004 @ 01:50:14 PM AEST
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Such anger! But wonderful job!

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