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Pocky
by cppbreaker3
Location: Somewhere out there
Age: 26    Sex : F

11/10/04 11/10/2004

Time to end everything
Just cut it all away
And let the rain mix with the blood
Wash it down the drain

Life is futile
Never can get ahead
Nothing goes as expected
Nothing left for

Why try to do nothing?
Nothing to change, nothing to do
What's the point anymore?
Don't say the word love,
I can't handle the chains
Don't say freedom, I can't handle the loneliness

I can't handle the drugs that run through your veins
I can't handle the silence that you keep towards me
I can't handle the walls I have to build
To remain faithful to something I don't have

I can't run to the bottle, it will destroy me
Although without it I'm disintegrating
I'm lost with no map
Stumbling each time I take a step
With a silent, invisible guide
Attempting to lead
Whom I cannot follow

I see the cliff to my right
And nothing all around
Give me the knife
Guarentee the end.




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