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Oct 2013
I made sure the blade was sharp
the cut deep and straight up and down
but my blood went dry long ago

The noose was made of fine rope no margin of frayed error
and yet it failed to choke the "******* A" as I gasped swinging
with full breath

Needles tainted from over use hang still from my veins
as I double back and snort a few lines while my stomach
receives the full pay load but I puked and felt nothing...not even high

The fact that you led me on for 20 months with false promises
The fact that you asked me point blank to wait for you
is the fact I'm trying so ******* hard to ****

Your facts are void of truth...your truth is a slow killer

I want to die now just to forget you
Screaming Jesus
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Screaming Jesus  Hell
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   Jonny Angel
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