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by Sheep Jul 31, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / grieving, loss
Bloody streaks line the road mark your place with bodies cold metal scraps pierce the sky broken belts help you die color blind red is green march ahead but not unseen screams have split your un-beating heart but you were dead from the start
by im not the cause
Wow thats really dramatic love it kiwi