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Blade to Wrist

Blade to wrist Gun to my lips This is not a game So dont consider it a joke Rope around my neck Would it be ironic if i choke My mom told me Neva start What you can't finish So if i pop one pill Should i not stop till the whole bottle is deplinished And I just hope that tylenol doesnt False advertise cause im really just looking for a rapid release FUCK IT .:i I drop to my knees i:. .:i And begin to pray i:. "Lord thank you for the day, But now i must ask that you tell the guards at the gates to make way I'm coming home, prepare a room i feel like this world is crowded with fake people and for me there is no longer room. Im not saying i hate people But I feel I tried my best at it LORD and i feel as if now my home resides with you Im just hoping that everything is true. You know the gold pave roads My own Acres My own Mansion I want to have it Eternaly with you But lord im smart and i know there is nothing as half truth so if i take my own life ill never get to meet you Than I guess it is all worth the trouble Im just waiting for the day that i get to greet you" Amen
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Mar 5, 2012
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