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They'll find out what makes you tick How to break you down How to make you sick You'll choke on your words You're dead inside You know why you're here There's nothing to hide You'll bleed it out You'll die alone They'll hear you scream 'There's no place like home' They'll rip oyt your heart They'll slit your wrists You know somewhere over the rainbow Doesn't exist
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Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 10:56 PM UTC
Muses Of The Mourning
They'll find out what makes you tick How to break you down How to make you sick You'll choke on your words You're dead inside You know why you're here There's nothing to hide You'll bleed it out You'll die alone They'll hear you scream 'There's no place like home' They'll rip oyt your heart They'll slit your wrists You know somewhere over the rainbow Doesn't exist
written in high school 2/9/09
megan-ann
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Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 10:56 PM UTC
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