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Angle of death

Cuts so deep, blood so red Clean it up, go to bed Cry to sleep, dream of death Wake up though, stop your breath Starve your body, plague your mind Keep it up, don't look behind Throw up food, work all day Watch your world fade to gray Never can talk, silence is key To far gone, nobody stop me Take some pills, go to sleep No one cares, you silently weep Nothing left here, escape your head Fly away angle, your already dead
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jonah-lavigne
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jonah-lavigne
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Mar 22, 2014
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