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Untitled
written by: Anonymous
category: song, poem
Every time I see my self in the mire.
I see my seal screaming out.
And even do I how there nothing the I can do to help me out.
I pray to god.
To help a sinner out.
And I now he don’t hear my prayers.
Ore else he would change my life around.
But no he don’t want to help me
Could I blames hem no
All I have to do is wait for dead to take me home
Almost all that I plan out only half ever comes out
But am trying hard
And if some one gets in my way I may have to blast them out
And if they have seven lives I may have to take one by one
But no mater what beaches say they all gave respect for this mean
Am smoked out with my brain blown out
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