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Rest A Secret In Yourself
written by Morbid Angel09:25 PM 12/7/04| How the fuck could you trust somebody who calls you ugly? Calls you a whore and makes you feel like nothing? I have people who care but I have no one who listens, nobody to trust with my most serious issues. The only way to release them is through my skin, travel down a vein then out of my wrists. Out of my system and out of my head, it rests on my hands in a blood stain instead. Everything has to end a friends do first, nothing worth holding onto, I was dead at birth. I told a secret to my angel and she flew away with my heart, she shared it with the whole world, she tore my world apart. Friends don't mean shit and neither do you, so all of you, fuck your best friend, and fuck me too. |
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I don't know. I'm angry.
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