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Let Me Die

By , powderly, TX
Drunk from the fire i hold in my hand, imprisioned in pity, pathetic i am
Crying to god and satan the same, drowning in tears, suppresing the pain.
Standing alone, faceing the sky, why wont they listen? why cant i die?





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