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a predetermined destination
a permanent end to all this desperation
why wont the toxin find its way and deprive me of all this built up pain
give me a bullet!
give me that gun!
or so help me god i will rip out my tounge!
- by loverboy8888 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 10/11/2008 |
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- Title: death
- Artist: loverboy8888
- Description: a feeling of remorse and depression only for those who may judge the heart and mind of the ones left behind
- Date: 10/11/2008
- Tags: death
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Comments (3 Comments)
- x-XMistress_MurderX-x - 01/18/2009
- Very nice. Keep up the writing. And I agree, writers do not need the petty rules of society that hold us back from expression.
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- loverboy8888 - 01/13/2009
- a writer wriyes on the spur of the moment and has no time for scocietys rules
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- Hawkbri - 01/05/2009
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of all the words to spell wrong, it's your punch line XD TONGUE
very nice, though. there is still improvement to be made though, for all of us amatuer writers and poets. keep it up! 4/5 - Report As Spam