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Death
Contributed by
TypenLutschen
on
Sunday, 20th April 2003 @ 12:05:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
Suicide
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Dear Death,
Won't you save me please?
Can't you pick me out of this hole?
There's nothing I love more
Than watching a ribbon widen
when it's red.
I want to ride in your rusty chevrolet
I'll see your big offensive house
And sleep in cold stiff prison beds
If You'll just let me come to you.
Come WITH you.
Because sometimes I can feel you
Somewhere I can see you
So won't you look at me
See my face, and all the pain
And take me away?
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TypenLutschen
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2003-04-20 12:05:00]
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Re: Death
(User Rating: 1 )
by AngryPrincess on
Sunday, 20th April 2003 @ 01:51:12 PM AEST
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Dear Typen...ive been there...i loved how you wrote this, its brilliant...
"I want to ride in your rusty chevrolet
I'll see your big offensive house
And sleep in cold stiff prison beds
If You'll just let me come to you."
All i can say about those lines is WOW! *sigh* great imagry...great everything
Lindsey
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