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Friday, November 11, 2005


PSSSSSSSH
since I've been depressed
heres a depressing poem...

At the End of the Street

at the end of the street,
A mans alone broken and beaten

Everythings gone, nothings left his hopes his dreams, gone with the wind

His tears rund down his face, and kiss the black asphault

Can't you see he's lost everything?

His handsare burned and bloody,
as they hold his face while he weeps

The weapon of choice lies on the ground

Theres so much more he could have done

But he just stood by and watched as they created the sin

The sin he was dragged into...
The sin he can never forgive...
The sin at the end of the street

yeah depressing....

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