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Rip Mr.cash 1932 - 2003 september
i hurt my self today to see if i still feel a focus all the pain the only thing thats real the needle tears thehole the old firmilar state try to kill it all the way but i remember every thing wot have i become my sweetist friend every one i know goes away in the end and you could have it all my empire of dirt i will let you down i will make you hurt i wear this crown of thorns upon my liers chair full of broken thoughts i can not repair beneith the stains of time the feeling disapears you are someone else i am still right here what have i become my sweets friend everyone i know goes away in the end and you could have it all my empire of dirt i will let you down i will make you hurt if could start agiain a million miles away i will keep myself i would find away RIP |