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by XforgottenX May 4, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about death
No one knows what were dealing with. until the gun lays in our hand, and a hole in our hearts, and a note that tears you apart, tears you apart to one lats breath, while you sit next to your loved one, drownded in blood.
by Baby Rainbow
Short deep poem, good job x