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Moods to summon pride,
Washed out with the tide,
Slay me again, my friend,
I can not make amends.

Here I am again,
Waiting here for you,
I can see no way out,
No exit from my pain,
With a gun in my hand.

Moods to summon fear,
Trapped and nothings clear,
Slay me again, my friend,
Help me make amends.

Here I am again,
Losing my faith in you,
I see there's no way out,
No way out for me,
With a bullet in my hand.

Moods to summon friends,
Tried to make amends,
Slay me again,
End my troment.



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On Sunday April 17th, 2005, Kinkypoptart (755) writes:
awesome write. well written, thought out... ~*~Tart~*~



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