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My friend
I came home with a story for you
Of course, it's really nothing new
But you still need to know, the sting of the truth
And, again, it's a pain only you can sooth
Do you think you could do it again?
Let it flow down like rain?
Do you think you could end my life?
My precious silver painted knife
Of course, it's really nothing new
But you still need to know, the sting of the truth
And, again, it's a pain only you can sooth
Do you think you could do it again?
Let it flow down like rain?
Do you think you could end my life?
My precious silver painted knife
Published 22nd Apr 2012
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22nd Apr 2012 2:08am
This poem flowed very well and is very short but to the point, making it all the more effective.
22nd Apr 2012 5:01am
Unlike some people, I actually fucking care about how you feel. <3 Rely on me honey.
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22nd Apr 2012 5:19am
I will always relie on you, you mean alot ot me, and you help me remember there is laughter in pain.
