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Post by KG on Jun 29, 2004 9:46:58 GMT -5
My hands hold my skirt down I can't keep it all inside Why wait for this to blow over I hate the way you always hide
There isn't a place where we can play and we can just be There isn't a place where we can cry and push away the pain
Hate what you are to me, my everything Hurt the only person that takes it away
My nails I am painting red My hair I am braiding In hopes that I will look less dead But my feelings are fading
I found a place where we can hide away and take it I am the place that you can kill and you can taste it
Slit my teenage wrist, lets all let it go Suicide is love and I am the bullet
What a pretty little girl (such a confused little boy) What a pretty little girl (such a lost a little boy)
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Post by _black phoenix_ on Jul 19, 2004 1:44:31 GMT -5
I liked this line, "Suicide is love and I am the bullet"
Interesting work, KG.
It looks like you're not a member here anymore so I guess you won't see this, will you?
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Post by Mikepoet on Jul 22, 2004 22:06:23 GMT -5
I would like to hear these songs KG.
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