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SHOT

Member since 2004 · Posted 30 Aug 2004 · Edited 30 Mar 2006 · 5 comments

I want to die Please let me say goodbye so dont worry about me I've moved on already I was in the parking lot When I made that fatal shot Theres blood all around As I lay on the ground I'm sorry I caused you so much pain Theres nothing to gain I dont feel mad now And I know how Because I shot myself

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[7] frdup717 8-Feb-05/1:37 PM Reply

not2shabby

[n/a] tisa7 8-Feb-05/3:36 PM Reply

thanx

[6] zodiac 30-Mar-06/1:40 PM Reply

"me" doesn't rhyme with "already." Sorry, that probably makes you want to die even more.

[n/a] tisa7 › zodiac 12-Apr-06/1:02 PM Reply

well i think it sounded pretty good so i dont care

[5] Garrett S Sexton 31-Mar-06/1:28 PM Reply

If I was to doooooooo it, nice hot bath, bottle of wine, bit of muzik, slit the old wrists brother. There's no art to the gun. The big disappointment is you didn't die.