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CJ Bond 2006 ©
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So much temper built up, it’s like a big death cup. So much anger to fight, all I do anymore is trite. I can’t stand this life, please give me the knife. I see red blood here on this knife, but no one cares cause it’s no real life. I feel myself drifting quickly from life, there’s music I hear a fife. I try to talk my way through things, but so many attached strings. I have so much problems, they bring with so much trouble. I have so much time and so little life, so take my life with butcher knife. I can take one last pain!
