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Dec 2013
You have her. Well, I have them.
When you have one, I'll have ten.
I'll stay ahead cause I'm up while you're in bed.
I'll beat her down and neither of you will ever be found.
I won't even feel it in my heart as you wish this didn't start.
THOUGHTS OF LAUGHTER FROM HERE ON AFTER
F* it all when they start to call. Cause I'll run from here.
Don't worry it's no where near.
You are dead so I must have lost my head.
Six feet deep is where you go as I walk on with an empty soul.
My debts ran high so now my time to die.
Wrap it round and close my eyes.
Your pictures clear, I feel no fears.
Wait! I haven't even shed a tear.
To Late, there goes the chair
Written by
Brooke Diana Smith  United States of America
(United States of America)   
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