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Truthful .
written by blackie-hawk04:04 PM 3/3/05Bounded at my knees .
Sitting on a roof .
The birds shadows ,
Is messing with my mind .
As my cold breath ,
Paints figures in the air .
While I gently whisper to myself :
Fuck it all .
That brings me some kind of comfort .
Knowing I don't need anything ,
To die . |
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