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So here we are

I never thought you would stab me in the back

But hey

What are friends for

You always were one crazy sucker

I remember the time

You made me promise to love you forever

We sliced open our veins

And shared our blood

You said

I was your blood brother

Friend

You are no brother of mine

Back stabber

No I'm not your friend

I am nothing to you now

but a memory

One that will defianately

Not keep you warm

Within the womb of your old age

Not now

Because sweet friend

The last time you said cut me here and share

I forgot to sew you up again

I forgot to undo

The thing that we had created

I was fed up

Bored to death

Death

Has such a nice ring to it

I wont cut myself anymore

Not now your gone

Don't forgive me

Please I never want

Even that from you

I hope your bleeding brings you

All the desires and twisted peace

That you deserve

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pebbles
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Published
Mar 13, 2011
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