Wednesday, 28 August 2013

"Death would not come to me"

The horns screamed.
As the river of tears streamed.
I lost track of how long it had been.
When I arrived at my destination, vomit came to me.
I sloped down next to my truck.
I gave a fuck.
I would not give up.
I would not give up.
I would not give up.
I would not give up.
She's worth the fight.
She's worth the fight.

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