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little ole boy with a knife in his had stares at the blade he wonders when will this all end litttle ole boy stared at his only friend and he opened his wrist and gave him a red wrist band little ole boy clothes are stained with red lips are blue never will be used little ole boy gave it all you could gave all you could give but the red wristband always wins
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Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 3:05 AM UTC
Red Wrsitband
little ole boy with a knife in his had stares at the blade he wonders when will this all end litttle ole boy stared at his only friend and he opened his wrist and gave him a red wrist band little ole boy clothes are stained with red lips are blue never will be used little ole boy gave it all you could gave all you could give but the red wristband always wins
(The red wristband is blood)
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Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 3:05 AM UTC
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