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Saturday, September 13th, 2008
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12:38a - black&blue
I have never really fucking cared.
She never fucking, had fucking air.
I have never really fucking cared.
Tie the rope, I'll kick the fucking chair.
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12:51p
My skin is on the run
I'm not waiting
I'm not waiting
Invent dreams upon my paper wings
People, flying isn't just for kings
I take the stairs to the very top floor
I paid the super to leave open the door
A perfect sunset is sinking in the sky
I know my body is ready to fly
I start the countdown backwards at ten
When I reach one my sentiment will end
Falling down as windows pass I start to cry
But to those for loneliness sometimes it just makes so much sense
Here I lie staring at clouds and shapes of dogs and cats.
I hear a woman start to yell
"Oh dear God, I think he fell"
My body lies kissing the ground like a cross turned upside down.
A priest is rushing to my side, begins to read me my last rights.
Father you're too late
My faith is weak so won't you save your half-hearted speech.
A man bends down and says,
"Son, we're going to get through this one take my hand and let us pray..."
I scream, "Please get the fuck away."
The ambulance is singing as cops push back the crowd
I start to take my last breath, as blood pours out my mouth.
The medics walk in my way
I think this could be it i hear them start to say
The time of death is half past six.
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