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Bleeding Roses

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Shoot the wounds
Like targets on the way
Oh how fun this is
Playing with poison
All those joyful memories
Death on a sick you are my friend
No no shut up
I don’t need your advice
I don’t need your help
Oh how I was all wrong





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