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What goes up...
Contributed by
LevyMetal
on
Tuesday, 19th April 2005 @ 04:46:50 PM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
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Breaking lives and swinging fists
I stay commited through all this.
Independently spoken and alone i am
Glue together your life and hold my hand.
Curtesy of Christ and me
You may lick the blood that i bleed.
In a wake of lighter days
I smoke away the fumey haze.
Grip the anger and swear on my life
That I will keep the fist but free the knife.
I insist on twisting my regretful thoughts
But wont suffer anyone elses lose.
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LevyMetal
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2005-04-19 16:46:50] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: What goes up...
(User Rating: 1 ) by ElevenToedSloth on
Wednesday, 20th April 2005 @ 07:31:49 AM AEST (User
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Good job.
-Jesi |
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