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Sep 2014
dear you
feel no sorrow for me
for tomorrow ill be
a tear that you swallowed -
your sorrow is free
the gun shots the cue
when the bullet reaches my head
my thoughts left me for dead
splattered in red...
Annndreww
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Annndreww
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