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2005-09-09 -- 12:40 a.m. Have you seen how it pours out of your chest! Cunt! Bitch, The words form, so restless, My mind, Letting go… So far away, Into the back of my mind! Just say that its over, Just say it in my mind! Over and over. I remember everything you meant to me, The cum and blood, Mixed in so feeling formed, This love is meant to be destroyed! Its nothing like before, Its not a gun shot, Through the head. Its not rushing, Thoughts, Just like before. Its something else, Its running out of time, Its my hate, Running out of time. Blue, rush’s out, Have you ever seen the color blue? Have you ever seen it across the table, So laying, Pale dead, Blue just like your eyes, So piercing, Only they know the truth. The truth about you, Cunt, bitch, They told nothing! Its cold and dead, The most meaningful things to me. The most your treasure meant to me. Ever so slightly meant to me. Let… go… Now its time, For ever more, Raven perched, Yelling, ‘for ever more’. My mind your image, Shifted. Cunt bitch.
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