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Like acid rain your problems fall gently onto my back and burden me with chemical wounds. I bandage them with care and wait patiently for them to heal but they only fester beneath your clawing fingernails.
Those healing men now point and laugh as their servants, assistants, suck their ***** from beneath their office desks, dressed in white. Dark secrets hidden within these healing walls—these killing walls.

- Title: These Killing Walls
- Artist: Wunsapon
- Description: I'm tired of people laying all of their problems on my shoulders and expecting me to fix them. Fix yourself. Let me fix myself. Yes I'm aware that it doesn't rhyme.
- Date: 08/05/2009
- Tags: these killing walls
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Paper Crane Kiko - 09/02/2010
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problems problems floating in my head.
how i cringe at light.
for it seems this bullet is lead,
and im wishing for night.
i cant escape your shackles,
because youve got the key.
dangle it in front of my face,
in front of me.
you just inspired me to write that. :3 - Report As Spam
- King of Trash - 08/08/2009
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I know how you feel... Let people deal with thier own crap...
Even though it didn't ryme I still liked it... (which is strange)
5/5...!! - Report As Spam