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by CaptainTyingKnots   Nov 21, 2004


My blood spills out
its dripping down
its made a puddle on the ground
my pain pours down
just like the rain
as i try to scream
and try to shout
and i begin to look
for another way out
but all i see
is a knife
and all i wanted
was a better life
but now its too late
my fate is coming
and now i cant wait
until i die

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