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    LIFE THEY SAY IN ORDER TO LIVE U MUST LIVE LIFE

    HOW CAN U LIVE WHEN UR CONSTANTLY DISPUTING ANGAINST THSES BASTARDS EVERYDAY

    HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO DIE AND COME BACK TO SEEK REVANGE

    HOW LONG WILL I GO WANDERING IF I SHOULD COMMIT SUICIDE

    HELL EVERY ONE'S DOING IT MIGHT ASS WELL JOIN

    OH HE'S HAPPY OH SHE'S HAPPY WHY I ASK WHY ARE THEY

    I CAN''T TAKE IT NO MORE TOMMOROW IS THIER END

    THIER LAST BREATH THIER LAST MOVEMENT THIE LAST SUFFER

    TOMMOROW THEY DIE THIER LAST SIGHT IS ME...DEATH WITH NO MEANING

    MAYBE I KILL AS MUCH AS I CAN UNTIL THEY KILL ME THEN AGAIN WHY

    WHY IS THAT EVERYTIME I SEE HAPPY PEOPLE MY HEART STABS ITSELF REPEATEDLY

    WHY CAN I JUST DIE,PARRISH BE NO MORE

    IF I WERE TO DREAM WILL I DIE AND COME BACK THE NEXT TIME

    IF I WERE TO DREAM WILL IT ABOUT DEATH OR PAIN AND ENVY

    U DECIDE GO TO SLEEP KNOWING I MIGHT BE RIGHT THIER TO TAKE UR HAPPINESS.


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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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