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When you, what you, will you do?
I’m not, for not, she he it’s not going to die.
I’ll not die when death….
You die, he dies, she he it dies…
Let’s die at the time when you come home!

Come home sweet boy
Mad boy
Sad boy
Dead boy.
Tell me boy, you, you, you, you,
Will die.

So smoke it, eat it, drink it, sneak, it sneaks…
Down
To you.
Does your mother know how
Dead, beaten, sick, happy you are
To
To
Not
To
Live?

And do they know
How you run, run, walk, talk, sit, stare
At me,
Laugh, cry, high, eat, sleep, love,
Don’t love, can’t love, laugh,
Is all a lie?

Lie, lie, lie, lie
Dead, dead, dead, dead
Do you want a
Grave, grave, grave,
Or dirt, dirt, dirt,
Ash, ash, ash, ash
While you
Are
Yes
No maybe
So
How do you know
The
The
The
Love if
Lie
Lie
Lie.

Because you are
Not
Yes
Is
Not
No
How….
STOP!

YOU’RE GONE.



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BrookeM said...
Oct. 6, 2011 at 3:43 pm:
i thought this one was very umm... interesting.
 
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