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Black roses with a white sun White knuckles, holding onto the gun Ready to die, but wanting to live How much more can I give up? Sounds of bombs exploding But I'm the only one who can hear it. Am I dead? No, it's only in my head.
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Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 5:09 PM UTC
Mentally Dead
Black roses with a white sun White knuckles, holding onto the gun Ready to die, but wanting to live How much more can I give up? Sounds of bombs exploding But I'm the only one who can hear it. Am I dead? No, it's only in my head.
heaven-leigh
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Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 5:09 PM UTC
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