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Jun 05, 2005 15:10

So bite down and tell me how this concrete tastes
and tell me for the last time that you're sorry
so i can laugh out loud as I watch you struggle
broken, bloody and barely breathing.
this is the end of the line...
and my shoes, ripped and ruined from running,
have finally found their final resting place
at the base of your skull...
and once again someone's left
to clean up your mess.
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