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Funeral chant

It burns the heart from me,

I feel fucking diseased,

Inside I was never free,

my friend,we suffer til the end,

I’d sell my soul to die,

no need to stay alive,

my mind and soul slowly rott,

my friend,were lost until the end.

 

— billy, Jul 05, 2007

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JT1

18 years 11 months ago

Tears

you should give 'clenex for your postings... :( sorry for the promo on tissues...

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