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May 24, 2000
slitwrists

Shattered mirrors on the floor
 1
My cut up feet not feeling
 2
I can't hear things anymore
 3
My knees are slowly kneeling
 4
He stands with a gun at his head
 5
Pulls the trigger
 6
Now he's dead.
 7
Life wasn't much for him
 8
Considered it to be a sin
 9
His fate was brought upon himself
 10
As I bleed upon the bottom shelf
 11
Not hearing life anymore.
 12

27 Mar 07


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