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Take Me, Find a use for me. It doesn't matter. All I want Is to be looked on With value. To be given reason And Purpose. Make me your shovel, Make me dig for you. Make me your sword, Make me **** for you. Make me your shield, Make me guard you. As your bullet, I'd pierce for you. As your grenade, I'd expel myself for you. If you need sustenance, Consume me as would. My body doesn't matter, I am expendable, I am disposable. I, the throwaway.
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Jan 24, 2011
Jan 24, 2011 at 12:29 PM UTC
I, The Throwaway
Take Me, Find a use for me. It doesn't matter. All I want Is to be looked on With value. To be given reason And Purpose. Make me your shovel, Make me dig for you. Make me your sword, Make me **** for you. Make me your shield, Make me guard you. As your bullet, I'd pierce for you. As your grenade, I'd expel myself for you. If you need sustenance, Consume me as would. My body doesn't matter, I am expendable, I am disposable. I, the throwaway.
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Jan 24, 2011
Jan 24, 2011 at 12:29 PM UTC
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