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The knife sank in, turning my shirt crimson red
The words spilling from his mouth like an incurable disease and spread
My jaw was locked and set and all I could was listen
When I what I really wanted to do was bash his face in
How could he not know me after so long?
How could his impression of me be so terribly wrong?
But as I sit there the knife keeps turning
And the tears in my eyes keep burning
- Title: Murder by N. J.
- Artist: nj_011
- Description: basiced on a personal experience
- Date: 03/03/2009
- Tags: murder
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Comments (3 Comments)
- Deedra56 - 03/10/2009
- It's alright, kinda good. I sorta like it but it seems as if you didn't express yourself to a complete theory. But still, I like it. You should check out mines.
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- ImagineYourself - 03/08/2009
- crazyily nice....
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- Mad-Hatter222 - 03/03/2009
- thats pretty good, so you really got stabbed?
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