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Mate

  say tomorrow

I get hit by a bus for instance

have to stay in hospital 

broken bones and all of that

end up with fancies morphine 

... or something

 

when I get THAT unsound 

can I count on you friend of mine

will you help me finding me

 

I wouldn't like you doing that 

you'll get kicked spitted'n despised

but I can't ask anyone else

 

Will you take me faraway

the place force me face myself

 

somewhere away dead silence

so that I get hear my voice again



— colourfulmary, May 23, 2009

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colourfulmary

17 years ago

well...

my pride doesn't allow me to be rotten front of the accomplice. I betta vanish when I have PMT lol