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by DMG Aug 5, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about death
No! Don't! Get away! Shots fired, my death today. Screams, pleads, turned around. Pain, my head, fell to the ground. Why me?! Always me, Murderer, set me free. Soul, drift into the sky. Blood ridden, born to die. Just sixteen, so, so young. Lead hit throat, blood dried tongue. Taken, reason, none at all. *Click click bang*, the devils call. Time came, left so soon, I swear by the skies and moon, If I'd had one more day, I wouldn't have minded being taken away. **Live everyday to the fullest, because you never know when your day to leave may come**