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pour off of me,
like blood from the cut
i just made
in vain
fuck&&ing sick
get out of my life
like this knife
that wouldn't be here anyway
you think you've won
as i hold the gun
to my head or
in my mouth
watch you choke
on the blood
kneel down in the mud
i've won.
right?
watch the rain...
feel the pain...
bang. 

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ohhbby-kylie You're currently reading the poem bang, which was posted on Mar 9, 2010 by ohhbby-kylie.

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"kinda about suicide, but i'm not planning on killing myself. maybe little parts ..."

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