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Feb 2014
The last flight was green on for go
yet in chains of conformity he took it slow
he was not one for ******* up
so ready to go the whole way

He fights like it was his last day
his mouth is full of blood
as the poor ******* lungs are choking him
but he care not for self preservation

He is so ready to go
he see's the pills
and all he thinks
is that enough to **** himself

He is angry and frustrated
cares not he is hated
just looks at those pills
and thinks f*ck them all


By Christos Andreas kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Christos Andreas Kourtis
Written by
Christos Andreas Kourtis  London UK
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