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What if i did Use this rifle That sits upon My lap The mag in my hand Filled with 25 24 unnecessary rounds - It would take but one To end this pain No need for more No fiery rain What if i did Would i hear any sound Before the dark side Rolls around Is it a waste Is it a shame For a young man To die Covered in blame Feel Cold steel Pressed against my main No more worries No more pain Would anyone care If I stayed alive And at my funeral Would any arrive What if, what if Its hard to tell Where do i go Heaven or Hell These things i want May be hard to reach But I wont get anywhere Continuing this speech
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Apr 1, 2013
Apr 1, 2013 at 8:59 PM UTC
A rifle in my lap
What if i did Use this rifle That sits upon My lap The mag in my hand Filled with 25 24 unnecessary rounds - It would take but one To end this pain No need for more No fiery rain What if i did Would i hear any sound Before the dark side Rolls around Is it a waste Is it a shame For a young man To die Covered in blame Feel Cold steel Pressed against my main No more worries No more pain Would anyone care If I stayed alive And at my funeral Would any arrive What if, what if Its hard to tell Where do i go Heaven or Hell These things i want May be hard to reach But I wont get anywhere Continuing this speech
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brody-sears
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Apr 1, 2013
Apr 1, 2013 at 8:59 PM UTC
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