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hahaha i made no sense

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Views (17) Pain Created on 9-12-07 Flag
Sun dried aching headPounding nails scratchThey beak the wallParts that never matchChalk screeches on the chalkboardA loved ones dead bodyA blackout at a damAn idiot who loves to studyThe way life comes is like pure noiseNever ending in timeLike a sculpture’s poiseThe light bulbs that shineOn the doctors tableThe knife raises andExamines the just cut cableStrings in the bodyThat keep my life The same as it wasFull of failure and strifeAn endless tortureIn time of the mindBlinded by morphineAnd dreams insideAs more drainsAs more time is cutIn the end it hurtsTrash the idiot’s smut
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On September 14th 2007 LostSoul1121 Said :
LostSoul1121 o.O....wat the hell?? haha thats cool!!