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Friday, April 1, 2011


Id tear out your heart you coward
thrashing your brains about with these hands of sprouted outpourings of hatred and repentance
simple sentences couldent do you justice you filthy two faced sewed lip delinquent
what would your mother do if she knew
unfathomed self destruction
we wouldent need to build new families if the universe wasnt as kind or as knowledgeable
watch the world turn
I didnt run because I thought I needed to find somthing to run from
blown apart hands holding handguns,im burned from the sun and the metal compass
the one on my hand will do just fine
I sleep threw days and wake in the nights to find I was born
and shall die past midnight.

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