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My friend is sleeping on the floor Surrounded by a puddle of red water He isn't breathing anymore Neither are his mother or father We were playing a simple game The last one to fall asleep wins It got boring having everything be the same So I sank a blade into their esophagus within The red and blue lights flashed and a man said I was bad They put me in time- out and it made me sad. But I got orange cloths and we played robbers and cops And I watched laughing as my sleeping cellmate drops. I dug his eyes out with a spoon And a white van came soon They placed me in a room with pillows on every wall The room wasn't very wide or tall So now I sit on my bed and mope Sitting here wearing my nice white coat
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Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 10:32 PM UTC
Nice White Coats
My friend is sleeping on the floor Surrounded by a puddle of red water He isn't breathing anymore Neither are his mother or father We were playing a simple game The last one to fall asleep wins It got boring having everything be the same So I sank a blade into their esophagus within The red and blue lights flashed and a man said I was bad They put me in time- out and it made me sad. But I got orange cloths and we played robbers and cops And I watched laughing as my sleeping cellmate drops. I dug his eyes out with a spoon And a white van came soon They placed me in a room with pillows on every wall The room wasn't very wide or tall So now I sit on my bed and mope Sitting here wearing my nice white coat
grim-spade
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Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 10:32 PM UTC
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