All

the things you've done were gone
Before I ran
Into the Abyss of your fall.
I couldn't go,
But only crawl,
Staring the barrel of a gun.
I lost my spite
In endless fight.
I loved thee,
But I do no more.
Will I be free?
Oh, will I?Why?
'Cuz you're an empty-hearted whore.

Sleep well,biaaaaaaatch
                16.11.11.Izh kar


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