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New Death
written by Khaotic08:12 PM 4/6/05you look at me like i believe is what i become but you spit at me like im some
f**king piece of shit you see into me you will f**king reap i have to make you
feel some shit have you feel what is fair cant find the questions to ask cause i
have made you hate everyone you met i had to destroy your fame for this time you
never gave me what i deserved its hard to get out of this fight but yet im like
automatic rifle never stop to end it all i will be the one to show you what its
like to be inside this hollow place its so bad inside never felt good you will
soon be a dream you will meet your ownself and undertand the automatic
depression you will soon become your own demise so afraid of what its like
feeding unto a new death nowhere you will belong its all a f**king shock is this
all that you heard cause your life is already dead cant get back what you took
and made it your own trapped inside cant fight your way out reality not
accepting you back its now all what you have heard your dead cant be made
remembered so it ends |
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