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wounded

And only when I burst into flames
You will feel your heart crashing down on you.
You will suffocate me. You use me.
I burn like your other wasted enemies.
You didn’t believe. But you tried.
You’d never take the hit.
I was holding on, waiting for the big bang.
Oh, You’re so satisfied with me right now.

And only when you reach for my hand again.
I will watch you die.
Asphyxiate. Broken needles washed up on paradise.
With your pathetic, cold state of being.
Your head will crush beneath your way with me.

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On Wednesday July 7th, 2004, stormtalk (909) writes:

Mmm, fun rhythym. Choppy, but with a lot of hidden rhymes. I likes it! "Broken needles washed up on paradise" hits home, too... I remember a couple of years ago, I found a hypodermic needle on the beach in front of my house, heh.

On Thursday June 3rd, 2004, Daemonicus (639) writes:

holy... this is a hellofa work. somehow unclear, but crystal clear at the same time... im really starting to love your work, it has some undefinable quality that just plain blows my mind. time you got on my faves.

On Tuesday June 1st, 2004, Mr King (623) writes:

a powerfully angry piece... repressed suffering of a wounded soul... finding ventilation... i pray you can let it all go, create peace for yourself, and take your own life back...

On Tuesday June 1st, 2004, Mr King (623) writes:

For you can never be free from this terrible devastation committed upon you until you let it out, forgive, take responsibility for your own life, and let it go... that's where your power is... the hate will only harm yourself... ONELOVE, Seth

On Tuesday June 1st, 2004, Spiritus_Frumenti (349) writes:

there is definitely a very strong sense of indignation...awesome...-l-

On Friday May 28th, 2004, Juggalotus (73) writes:

Excellent, it makes me believe that all things are created to die, and that when you are used, you can move past it and exact your revenge. There is always hope, and if not, then vengence.

On Friday May 28th, 2004, Drifter (364) writes:

beautiful work Exodus. "Broken needles washed up on paradise" is my favorite line.

On Friday May 28th, 2004, stormtalk (909) writes:

I hope your wounds heal soon my dear... it's always sad to step on needles on paradise's beach, even if the destruction can be satisfying...

On Friday May 28th, 2004, K_Love (691) writes:

"Broken needles washed up on paradise. With your pathetic, cold state of being." Each of your words tell a story, of a journey we've been through. Great write. ~Kirsten~

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