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Nov 2015
Pictures of blood flash in my head
Pictures of you laying one the ground dead
Never to come back and intimidate my life
I smile as i wipe your blood from my knife
I stare at your darkened blood, spilled on the street
Think about your cold heart, stopping in its beat
I think back to all the pain and the hurt
As i cover your body and spit on the dirt
And me killing you
Well, that was my turn for fun
Knowing that from now on
You can no longer run
Oh how they will cry
Oh how they will weep
But i know that their sorrow is only skin deep
As i turn to walk down the cold empty street
I smile, and walk to the rhythm
Your heart used to beat
kayy katrice
Written by
kayy katrice  memphis tn
(memphis tn)   
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