My Life is in the Handle of a Knife
My life is in the handle of a knife, and my future is in the barrel of a gun. My past is in the bottom of a pill box, and now im on the run, from my future my past and life as i know it. Dont know where im going and i dont really care. All i know is i have to get myself out of here
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