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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
God, I'm fake I feel like a whisp of air lIke the cigarettes I used to smoke I wish I had something inside God, Bless my brother He makes me happy I'm seperated from him and the rest of my blood My mind is gone God, i only wish I could understand I want my curses to leave me I bleed to be free Yet I've become a proverbial fool God, I don't know how to live I can't write lovely things worth a damn I know my abolute best will equate loss Your strongest servants conquor God, I don't die as I would like I don't decide life Tough love to handle it The dreaded free meal a way of life God, I believe you I believe in you Men speak ignorantly Hope feels more like a curse God, I put my faith in you It is your will to crush me I wish I could please you My heart is shot with family in mind God, I love you I don't understand you I stink and my hands feel weird Wrestling with God has become a way of life God, King, ruler, Chop me down LIe to me Go to church When the chain that holds my wallet |
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