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Jul 01, 2010
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Helpless
Don't look at me blue
broken glass can cut
speak to an angel
leave me alone
Where i do not speak
exists one void
bleek to repeat
a toy
When i lose this
this being conscious
this being real
teardrops cry
When lost is won
stare down that gun
when one can't speak
he cries.
broken glass can cut
speak to an angel
leave me alone
Where i do not speak
exists one void
bleek to repeat
a toy
When i lose this
this being conscious
this being real
teardrops cry
When lost is won
stare down that gun
when one can't speak
he cries.
— bloke, Jul 01, 2010
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Critiques
Seren
15 years 11 months ago
Dear Bloke
Seren
15 years 11 months ago
btw quick question is bleek
weirdelf
15 years 11 months ago
it's got potential, mate