you pul on your balaclava go into the store you demand cash from the manager he givs none u giv him the death that the worthless soul deserved it but wat hav you done? you turn the knif on your self you fall and fall and fall you see rusty gates eroded over 100s of years the gates open you try to run but you dont you cant escape fate
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Written July 4th, 2006
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were is the poem.? all i see is rambleings of un over detailed story. im sorry for being so honnest.. but we have to get u into the poetry side of it..
but its good all the same -
grate poem!! maybe you could teach me how to write poems just like you
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