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October 06, 2007, 12:55:pm
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His disease spreads up
His sanity drips on the floor
He pulled his skin off
To make room for the rusted needles
He curled eight fingers around his
Glass overdose
His ten billion strands of tainted blood
Turn pale and Grey under the point
Eyes roll back and jaw clamped shut
The chemical revolver has spun again.
The eager cameras have spread their legs.
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Empty
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September 21, 2007, 11:48:am
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This is the gutter you left me in
This is the vomit you made me choke on
This is the reason I'm only half here today
This is why I am so numb
This is the how I froze to death
A million flakes of hate
You pushed me in this hole
You grabbed my throat and squeezed
You ate my last small hope
Abandoned here
I'm broken, oh
My sullen sulk so sweet
Taste your hate
Take your rape
My bleeding hands
Now shake
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