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Killing Cooter
written by Cut_Wrist_Risk12:57 AM 3/13/05I'm heading for your house, right after I pick up my gun.
I hope your mother misses her only son.
The one who leads people on and kills them slowly.
But like the website its my fault mostly!
Ring a bell, in how I took the blame?
And hung my head in shame?
No im sure you dont remember the good times we had.
Cause everytime I do I feel like Im going to gag!
Cause I cant believe I fell for you,
and put up with the shit you put me through.
I cock my gun and puch down your door.
I cant take this any more.
Looking at you and feeling misery,
I need you to die, and die painfully!
I cry as I pull the trigger,
Heather comes in and I cant help but hit her.
I hit a little hard now you both are dead,
I walk away with no guilt trip in my head. |
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lol hehehe I still love him
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| » Comments / Feedback | by NmBr1BeOtH! (3-13-2005 - 01:15 AM)
| you sound sound like the kindof person you don't wanna piss off,,,,I like that
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by .purity. (3-13-2005 - 01:49 AM)
| Nice, something different, which is cool.
keep writing. |
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